Heather over at Dooce raved about this, and I thought she was maybe on the loony juice, but alas—I stand corrected.
That sigh you just heard was me, because by the end of the clip, I realized I was holding my breath. And that hug at the end? That was a REAL hug; none of this bro-hug bullshit. Gorgeous.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go dance to something beautiful and unexpected.
(Heather? Since I so presumptuously used your first name here, you are welcome to just unceremoniously start using MY first name should we ever meet.)