You know how most of the time, when you picture how something's going to be, it usually doesn't turn out that way? Last night was actually just the way I pictured it. It was the perfect night with one of my best friends.
Nina and I started out with dinner at Uncommon Ground, where there was a lot of giggling and secrets exchanged.
Then we headed over to the Metro for the JD Mcpherson show. Nina got me tickets for my birthday. The crowd was very cool- lots of guys copying the JD hairstyle, or dressed as greasers in leather jackets, and the girls were all dressed like they were from the 1940's- adorable dresses and curls and bright red lipstick.
We got there right before JD went on and we each ordered a glass of Maker's Mark. The bartender was VERY generous with his pours. We found a great spot to watch the show, and JD opened with "Firebug." I wasn't prepared to do my choreography so early in the show! (I made up a little dance to go with part of the song. I showed it to Nina over dinner and her reaction was, "Wow... That's, um, a lot of jazz hands...") By the end of the second or third song, my drink was gone.
Nina was shocked.
"This is bad news," she said.
"I'm fine!"
"Yeah, because it hasn't hit you yet! This is going to be like the time we were driving to Kentucky, and I passed the bottle of bourbon back to Stephanie, and it came back mostly empty... You're gonna be puking in the backseat of your car by the end of the night!"
"I told you I came here to drink and dance," I replied. "I showed up. Get on my level, Nina!"
But I was fine. It was the perfect amount of alcohol- I felt like dancing but wasn't out of control.
So we danced and danced. Nina and I totally boogied the whole time, just the way I'd imagined we would. Nina apologized, saying that her repertoire of dance moves for this genre consisted entirely of what she's seen in Pulp Fiction. The crowd especially rocked out to "North Side Gal," which is on my running playlist. The keyboard player and bass player were AMAZING. Seriously, I don't think that band would be famous without them.
I asked Nina what she thought about it over cheese fries after the show. She'd never even heard of him and hadn't had time to listen to his music before the show.
"It was so fun!" she said. "I didn't know I was going to a sock hop! I would've worn my poodle skirt!"
Sock hop was the right word for it. Just SO much fun!
Nina and I started out with dinner at Uncommon Ground, where there was a lot of giggling and secrets exchanged.
Then we headed over to the Metro for the JD Mcpherson show. Nina got me tickets for my birthday. The crowd was very cool- lots of guys copying the JD hairstyle, or dressed as greasers in leather jackets, and the girls were all dressed like they were from the 1940's- adorable dresses and curls and bright red lipstick.
We got there right before JD went on and we each ordered a glass of Maker's Mark. The bartender was VERY generous with his pours. We found a great spot to watch the show, and JD opened with "Firebug." I wasn't prepared to do my choreography so early in the show! (I made up a little dance to go with part of the song. I showed it to Nina over dinner and her reaction was, "Wow... That's, um, a lot of jazz hands...") By the end of the second or third song, my drink was gone.
Nina was shocked.
"This is bad news," she said.
"I'm fine!"
"Yeah, because it hasn't hit you yet! This is going to be like the time we were driving to Kentucky, and I passed the bottle of bourbon back to Stephanie, and it came back mostly empty... You're gonna be puking in the backseat of your car by the end of the night!"
"I told you I came here to drink and dance," I replied. "I showed up. Get on my level, Nina!"
But I was fine. It was the perfect amount of alcohol- I felt like dancing but wasn't out of control.
So we danced and danced. Nina and I totally boogied the whole time, just the way I'd imagined we would. Nina apologized, saying that her repertoire of dance moves for this genre consisted entirely of what she's seen in Pulp Fiction. The crowd especially rocked out to "North Side Gal," which is on my running playlist. The keyboard player and bass player were AMAZING. Seriously, I don't think that band would be famous without them.
I asked Nina what she thought about it over cheese fries after the show. She'd never even heard of him and hadn't had time to listen to his music before the show.
"It was so fun!" she said. "I didn't know I was going to a sock hop! I would've worn my poodle skirt!"
Sock hop was the right word for it. Just SO much fun!
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