It’s musical Friday!

BED LIST: KEITH URBAN

I don’t normally go for blonds. I had a bad experience with a blond back in my early 20s: cute, toothy, completely self-absorbed. Baaaaaad mojo. But I’d be willing to make an exception to my date-dark-men rule for Keith Urban. This guy is gorgeous (as you can see). He’s also an incredibly talented guitarist. Check out the video for “You’re My Better Half” here. I haven’t seen hands that fast since that one boy back in the ninth gr…ahem. Anyhoo–watch Keith play guitar and ask yourself what that combination of finger speed and touch might do to your libido, and you’ll see what I mean. Plus, he’s Australian, so he’s as yummy to listen to as he is to look at. Keith Urban. In this case, blonds might be more fun.

DINNER LIST: JIMMY BUFFETT

What can I say about the Chief Parrot? I adore this man. I have been a devoted Parrothead since high school (an increasingly long time). Back in my younger days, I drove to Miami to go to a Buffett concert, then hightailed it back to O-Town to attend the closing Buffett concert the very next night. How’s that for a Parrothead-in-training? Since then, I’ve seen Buffett live at least five times. He always puts on a great show, where you’re guaranteed to have fun even if the dork behind you spills beer down your Hawaiian shirt. Buffett’s a fascinating man, a singer, songwriter, sailor, and writer. He’s lived all over the Southeast and sailed all over the Caribbean. He’s a devoted adopted son of Florida (we’ll forgive the fact that he was born in Biloxi on Christmas Day rather than here in the Sunshine State, partially because he’s a cofounder of the Save the Manatee Club). He’s friends with Carl Hiaasen, another of my favorite Floridians. He’s mayor of a very strange city, Margaritaville (perhaps you’ve been there). He lives a big life. I can even tell you the menu for our dinner: margaritas (of course), followed by Cheeseburgers in Paradise. Preferably on St. Barts.