Our conversation over dinner:
Chris: Oh, did you see what well-known artist who we have seen is doing a full Judy Garland concert?
Beth: Someone we've seen live?
Beth: I dunno. Peter Gabriel.
Chris: No. As soon as you hear you are going to say "duh."
Beth: Oh, Rufus Wainwright. Duh.
Chris: That's it.
Beth: See, the thing about Rufus is that I know he's gay, but I would still do him. So would most people, I think.
Chris: You're right. Hell, I'd almost do him.
Beth: Dude, I am so telling the internet you said you would do Rufus Wainwright.
Chris: The hell you are. I said almost.
From this we learn that my husband is comfortable with his sexuality and I am uncomfortable with Rufus Wainwright's sexuality. Also, we saw him sing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" in concert, so I should have guessed much faster.
As I was writing this, I had a vague feeling that I had written about my little crush on Rufus before. I was right. Although in the previous entry I only wanted to lick him, so apparently I am escalating.
Oh! And I also remember that I had a troll on the earlier entry who told me that Rufus wouldn't want an ugly bitch like me even if he were straight, so don't trouble yourselves with that one - already been done.