On our way home tonight from a relatively impromtu dinner with Dave, Robyn, Karl & Baby Finn in Redondo Beach, side one of Rush’s 2112 shuffled its way to the front of my iPod.

Racing down the 405, The Wife and I sang our way through the entire suite at the top of our lungs.

And, yes, she knew every line, from “We are the priests” to “We have assumed control.”

Beyond cool.