saturday night in with david

Saturday morning .  My first weekend off since Christmas.  My last until we go to Australia in April.

Typically we woke to wind and rain and bad moods.  Feeling sluggish and not up to much, wanting to cancel plans and curl up.  Hibernate from the world.

Then suddenly as if by magic Zane Lowe announced, via the magical dark art that is Twitter, that the Foos were playing Dingwalls (tiny capacity London club) in a matter of hours.  Tickets sold out in a matter of minutes.

And we got two.

I don’t know how.  Himself ordered them on autopilot.  And then suddenly reality struck, we had to eat, get to the station, get to London, get to Camden Lock and we had 2.5 hours to do it.

For anything else I’d have given it up as a bad job, returned to Rebecca and hibernation.  For Dave Grohl I’ll drop pretty much anything.

Including the bad mood.

Everything fell into place, from the apparent ease of getting the tickets, to all the trains and buses being in perfect alignment (when does that ever happen?).  From the superfast easy queuing system to the near perfect proximity to the man himself.  Even the journey home wasn’t too much of a nightmare.

To see a band that you’ve loved for years, a band that now sell out stadiums on a regular basis, in a 500 capacity club is an indescribable feeling.  They played the new record, beginning to end and threw in some old favourites as well.  I had to leave before the end – trains to the fens are few and far between – and missed Everlong and Aurora, but I’ve heard Everlong and Aurora a million times before.  To see the new record, to see Grohl so proud of it, to see that smile that lights up the room for me was enough. To see him play with Pat Smear again brought back memories of when it all began, of 1995, of being lucky enough to see Nirvana that once.

It’s trivial I know, my schoolgirl crush, in comparison to the world at large.  But the joy it brings me is uncomparible.

Next weekend Himself and I celebrate 5 years of togetherness.  I’m on a training weekend and we hadn’t really planned anything special.  The Foos brought us together and it seems serendipitous that we got this weekend.

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