{ those wainwrights }

I need to gush for just one moment.

Last night we went to see Martha Wainwright play the Highline Ballroom. We opted to be seated at a table on the balcony, where the host sat us adjacent to an empty table with reserved signs on top. The table remained empty until midway through the opening set, when Martha's brother, and one of my favorite singers, Rufus Wainwright wandered up to the table alone and sat down in the chair right next to me.

Separated by nothing more than some stale concert air, we enjoyed his sister's set together until partway through, when he left to go join her and their mother Kate on stage for a rendition of Don't Forget. Oh, and by together I mean, I'm not sure he even knew I was there. But no matter.

My face may still be beaming.

Image via vanity fair.
Oh, and right back at ya brooklyn vegan (incredible pictures of the show, I had no idea she was wearing a kerchief around her neck).