Yesterday was Michelle and my second anniversary. As a surprise, I was able to get tickets to the Norah Jones show at the Albert Schnitzer Hall. We had a wonderful time, and despite the really poor acoustics, bizarre guitar player antics, and women who forget what being in public is about, was quite enjoyable. But really though, the guitar player had the most fantastic orgasm every time he played, and they were quite simple bits. As soon as I used the gentleman in front of me’s head to block him out, it was much more enjoyable. But the sound guy hardly improved. He should be relocated to the Gulag. It was startlingly bad.