Oh, yeah, also The Ben Taylor Band, which was great, but I liked Tristan best. I liked her enough to actually (gasp!) go up and talk to her after her set and even ask for a photo with her and Jen Lowe, who joins Tristan on stage as the rhythm section. We are cute, no? (At this point I have to confess, and you'll find the confession in flickr as well, that I used photoshop on my shiny forehead. So...maybe not as cute as the photo, but whatever.)
For those of you concerned about the shirt I got grease on yesterday, the issue wasn't so much that I couldn't change, but that I didn't want to take the time to do it. However, the grease did not come out (stinkin' Palmolive and their false claims), so I changed shirts. And then I decided that the skirt I had on already didn't look that good with the new shirt, so I changed that, too. And then I decided that, hey, it's pretty warm out, why not change into some open-toed shoes? And so it happened that I changed absolutely everything except my earrings and my underwear (which you probably didn't need to know, but I'm telling you anyhow. NEAT!).
At any rate, I'm not sure why I didn't give Miss Tristan a big plug here before and encourage you to catch her show, but let's assume it's because I'm lazy. However, I'm not too lazy to let you know that I thoroughly enjoyed her show and that I enjoy her music immensely, so please go purchase some right this second. You can download her album Twenty-Three from iTunes, so: HANDY! GET IT NOW!
Pre-Tristan show, post-outfit change, Jarod and I grabbed a bite to eat and hit the J-Dub Ash Wednesday service, where I received the darkest ash cross EVER on my forehead. I cleaned both of ours off with bottled water in the car (had it been fainter, I might have left it, but...) before the show, but later saw someone with a very dark ash cross there, and realized, "Hey! He must be a J-Dubber!" Small world. Especially if the show venue is just down the street from the church in question.
It suddenly occurs to me that I'm not sure where I was going with this entry at all except to update you on what you (Tina! Here's another minute of fame!) wanted to know about my date and to encourage you to check out Tristan Prettyman's stuff. It also occurs to me that I am a little late in changing to go run, so I have to scoot.
Here's hoping this is fine without proofreading...