Break out the Buble'

Friday night was a most unforgettable night for kate (Kate is the name of Luther's wife or course) and me. I took her to the Michael Buble concert at the Memphis Botanical Gardens. When you mix Buble and Botanical Gardens, that can only spell one thing...r-o-m-a-n-c-e. The night did not start out very promising though. Kate got home for work, we got ready, packed our little pic-nic basket with sandwiches and drinks, packed our blankets and lawn chairs and took off. We took off in the wrong direction. Kate and i are not too good when it comes to the Memphis 240 loop. So we ended up on the wrong side of town, far away from our intended destination. To make matters worse, we were in standstill traffic for about 30 minutes! All we wanted to do was to get to the concert early, layout our blanket and enjoy the evening. Believing in sovereignty is strangely difficult in those moments. However, providentially, we arrived to the concert in plenty of time to see the terrible opening comedic act. The air was clear except for one huge cloud that was putting on a display of pinkish heat lightning. The temperature was bearable, the stars were out, and the concert was extraordinary. I highly recommend Buble's cd. He is a Harry Connick Jr. of sorts, and there are not many of his kind out there, so you have to give credit when a good one comes along.