It's official:
Spending Sunday night at the blues jam at Famous Dave's is the ONLY way to spend Sunday night. THE ONLY, I tell you.
And tonight -- oh my GOD, tonight -- there was a cellist. A cellist. Playing the blues. And he wasn't wearing a ring and you know, in all honesty I really don't care how old he was (though he was probably in his early thirties), because he was AMAZING and not married and seemed straight and he was playing the BLUES. On his ELECTRIC CELLO. And I SO would have brought him home and like, never ever let him leave except to go to Famous Dave's on Sunday nights.
And tonight -- oh my GOD, tonight -- there was a cellist. A cellist. Playing the blues. And he wasn't wearing a ring and you know, in all honesty I really don't care how old he was (though he was probably in his early thirties), because he was AMAZING and not married and seemed straight and he was playing the BLUES. On his ELECTRIC CELLO. And I SO would have brought him home and like, never ever let him leave except to go to Famous Dave's on Sunday nights.