Years and years and years ago, some friends got me into The Reverend Horton Heat
, and I've seen them in concert twice. Well, twice before tonight. You see, I got a lead on free tickets, and so The Husband and I signed up for that badassery, and then when we got in, we got tickets for two free drinks (the whole shebang was sponsored by Jack Daniels), and we danced the HELL out of the place, and it was awesome.
It should be noted: The Husband--while having natural rhythm when keeping time--does not have natural dancing rhythm, so when he dances with me, it's not graceful for him, but he always (ALWAYS) dances with me, and if that's not true love, I don't know what is. I danced a good portion of the night alone, but it wasn't due to The Husband not being willing. I'm perfectly happy dancing by myself, as I figure no one ever knows who I am so who gives a fuck.
By the way, if you've never heard of the Rev, he and his band sing fuck-yes rockabilly music that is balls-out awesome. If you've ever played Guitar Hero, this should be familiar to you:
(I have no responsibility for the trippiness of this vid.)
And one of my personal favorites:
The best moment of the night that did not include The Husband dancing with me is as follows:
About halfway through the show, I jumped onto a bench on the side of the dance floor because, a) I'm short, and b) it's easier to scream for the Jimbo Song when I feel like I can be heard over the crowd. I was dancing while standing on the bench, and this super-looking biker dude, walks up to me, waits for me to lean over, and says in my ear:
To which I can only grin, because, AWESOME. Look, I know I'm awesome, but outside sources, based ENTIRELY on how I look in jeans and a tee? FUCKING AWESOME.
Also, the Jimbo Song:
[Jimbo, for the record, is the stand-up bass player. He is AWESOME.]
Tonight? Fucking ROCKED. The Rev is good for damned near any mood you're in, and I will always recommend him. Also? I got hit on. By a complete stranger. With The Husband about two feet from me. FUCK YES.