When I thought it couldn't get any better, Hubs pulled out his magic hat and proved me wrong.
He surprised me by planning a trip to the movies on Sunday night. I've wanted to see "The Soloist" since we saw the previews over three months ago. I didn't think Hubs would want to go so I intended to view it when it released on DVD.
But Hubs is a crafty and clever. And he remembered I wanted to see it.
It did not disappoint.
Granted, I'm biased because I've played the cello for over 13 years and am therefore partial to any film whose main character is a cellist. But this movie was so much more.
I won't get into any spoilers, but I highly recommend you go see it. The colors, the music, the message. They all meld together in a harmony that rivals even the most talented symphony.
(And Hubs was happy because the Guggenheim was in it and it's all architecture-y. Which he loves.)
So thanks, Hubs, for making my weekend a great one to remember. I'll pay you back when Terminator 4 comes out in May.