This morning as I was perusing the Globe and Mail, I read something that very nearly caused me to spit out my Organics Flax N’Oats instant oatmeal.

The header of the front page of the Life section was trying to convince me to flip to page 7 to read an article entitled, “Feist is Nice”.

Feist is Nice?

Nice!?

NICE?!?!?!?!?

If there was ever a more asinine use of the word nice, I never heard of it.

Having been AT Tuesday night’s concert at the Orpheum here in Vancouver, I can state with absolute certainty that it was not nice.

It was gosh darn AMAZING!!!

(Sorry Mama, Bella and Aunt Nan for the swearing, but it was very necessary.)

Feist is incredible enough on her own; I have been lucky to have been able to see her twice before. But Feist singing Lonely Lonely while being accompanied by the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra (the recent recipients of a Grammy award, no less) was incredibly beautiful/powerful/emotive beyond words.

The rest of the concert had its own highlights; Jorane’s voice made me think of peach-coloured velvet and I couldn’t get the melancholy-slash- “hi!-my-name-is-Christopher-Robin-and-it’s-my-birthday!!!” quality of Ron Sexsmith’s songs out of my mind.

Though they may have messed up the headline, the Globe did an OK job of sharing some of the details of the concert. Of course, Feist stole the show completely.

Well, Feist and my Benny, of course.

And yes I’m talking about Ben Mulroney. He hosted the event (which was supposed to be some sort of “Cultural Olympiad” thingy which I’m still trying to figure out) in his usual charming way.

But he stole the show – at least for me – right before intermission.

That’s when he got up to the podium right after Ron Sexsmith to say a few words as people started to stir in their seats in anticipation of a much needed break, and said something to the effect of: “…and I’ll be in the lobby, posing for pictures with all my fans and friends, especially my friend Kasia who’s in the audience, so hey Kasia, see you in a bit…”…

… or SOMETHING like that…. I was so totally and completely kerflumuxed that I’m not even sure of the words anymore – all I know is that when I heard my name booming over the sound system of the Orpheum across the audience of 2,700 people, my head snapped up and I had to massively resist the urge to flap my hands and stand up shrieking, “That’s ME!!! HE’S TALKING ABOUT ME!!! Ohmygod that’s meeeeeeeeeee!!!”.

(I did, by the way. Resist shrieking, that is.)

Moments later, I got a text message from my Rob: “Did you like that?”

To which I responded: “OMG I ALMOST PASSED OUT.”

And Rob replied: “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Aren’t I the luckiest girl in the world? I mean seriously, how amazing is my fiance??

I’ve been completely surrounded by all the things I love most in the world the last couple of days – Feist, Rob, good friends, great sisters-in-law, amazing family (mostly by phone, but still!), hilarious co-workers, new purses, and red wine.

Does it GET any better? I don’t think so.

So Happy Valentine’s Day!

I hope you’re also surrounded by all the things you love most in the world today.

(And if you are so inclined, leave a comment and let us know what those things are!)

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