I expected Mr. W to love dinner and despise the show.
Dinner was at Maribelle's, where my friend Cati and I had previously had a fabulous, transcendent dinner. (You can read all about it here.)
The show was Janelle Monae. (A few weeks previously, he had heard some songs from her newest album and, upon hearing one of them segue into "Clair De Lune," remarked, "Finally - something I can enjoy.") She was the opening act for Of Montreal, so a crowd of hipsters was guaranteed. Mr. W does not suffer crowds or hipsters gladly.
But he had said he would go. So off we went.
And at Maribelle's, the service was slow and the sandwiches fell apart.
And after an hour of crazy-amazing Janelle Monae tunes, Mr. W pronounced the show awesome.
I guess you never know.