The skys are green and the grass is blue?

Last night my friend Gabi and I headed out for a few pints in Central Square, when we were stopped in our tracks by bluegrass music trickling into our ears--like those little bugs from the Wrath of Khan, only more soothing!

Heading inside for a spell, we spent 20 minutes indulging in banjo, mandolin and fiddle, the delightfully simple yet profound lyrics. But just as I really thought I HAD been transported back to North Carolina or somewhere familiar, the lights went up and the bartender yelled, "Sarry ladies, we-ah closing up!" Without further ado, the musicians dropped their southern accents and packed up.

And you know what? The spirit of Dolly Parton that lives within us all died a little.

Watch and be amazed

Best combination ever?