Nora Jones

Years ago my sister popped a new CD into the player at our summer camp to listen to as we washed the dishes. That was the first time I ever heard Norah Jones. I have been a fan ever since. There are certain times, when I am in a certain mood that her music is just the right fit.

Months and months ago our local radio stations started to promote her upcoming concert in Portland this Sunday night. I entered two contests to win tickets even though I don't tend to do this very often. But I was hopeful. So hopeful that I invited my guy to a concert that I didn't even have tickets for! "When I win, do you want to go with me?"

Last night he called. After chit chatting for a while he informed me that I had not won either contest. That was cool. I was just pleased that he had remembered. But then he asked me how I had planned to get the night off?

"Well, I would have found a way. Thrown myself on the mercy of the ex I suppose. Ummmmmm, Why?"

"Well, the promoter was in the office to drop off the prize tickets (he works at a local music company) and he had two extra and they are on my desk. Would you like to go with me?"

OH. MY. GOD.