My husband is a 60-year-old stoner at heart. He and my father commiserate over music. Not music from our youth. From my father's. Hubs was natural in the wrong decade. And since Iadore Julie Albright, the American Girl with the best wardrobe ever, I'm thinking I could've free-birded with him quite, well, freely.
So I surprised him with tickets to the Pink Floyd Experience.
