The first thing Jordan did when he got a job was buy tickets to Jack Johnson who was playing on the steps of the iconic Opera House a week after my birthday. It was extravagant and risky as he hadn’t even signed the contract yet but after months of worry and stress we needed a little frivolity and carelessness. If you have never heard of Jack Johnson before (and you live anywhere remotely near the beach) then I am about to climb through the screen and bitch slap you. Even on my worst of worst days, I find it hard to be in a bad mood when listening to him. We danced, we sang at the top of our lungs (apologies to those standing within a five mile radius of us), and when he brought out an electric guitar and showed us how it was done (in flip flops no less), I swooned. It was the perfect date night.