Mr. Jazz, our friend G and I are going to Paris and Brussels for a week to see friends and catch a Marillion show (check their website here). The joys of having an airline spouse. We do have to travel standby, so it can be nerve wracking, but what the hell, if it gets me to Paris I'm game.
Marillion you ask? Or most likely don't. If it makes you feel better, no one in North America seems to know who they are, though every show I've been to in Montreal was packed. They're a really good British band who've been around for over 20 years.
"The band are renowned for having an extremely dedicated following with some fans regularly travelling significant distances (obviously it's not only Mr. Jazz and I) to attend single gigs, driven in large part by the close fan base involvement which the band cultivate via their website, podcasts, bi-annual conventions and regular fanclub publications." (from the lala.com article linked above)
Is it really bizarre that at my age I'm still a rabid fan of a rock band? Plus there is one amazing thing about them. A thing that's I've never seen anywhere else (except at a Steve Hackett show). During intermissions there is virtually no lineup for the women's loo. Probably 90% of attendees are male so no having to use the men's loo because the women's is so jammed you know you'll never get in. It's a definite plus....Going to the show was obviously also a perfect excuse to catch up with friends (read: eat like pigs, drink ourselves silly and sleep an hour or two here and there).
The second week we'll be at our cottage recovering from jetlag, hangovers and way too much food and generally revelling in the fact that the winter? She is gone, bitch that she was.
See y'all when I get back!