Late Concert for Old Michael
So, we had tickets for DeVotchKa and Basia Bulat at the 930 Club in DC last Friday. I was kind of concerned, bing old, that according to the tickets the doors would be opening at 9:00. On Friday they posted the stage times for each performer. They'd added a second opener who would be going on at 9:45. Basia Bulat wouldn't be going on until 10:30.
DeVotchKa would hit the stage at quarter til midnight.
Did I mention that I am old? And that that was really frickin' late?
So, I decided to suck it up and not worry about the time. I already had the tickets anyway and we had friends coming up from Hampton on Friday to see the show. So, in the spirit of not worrying about the time. Here's a rundown of Friday night:
I decided that I wanted to be at the 930 Club by 10:00 because I did not want to miss Basia Bulat. Her album's been in constant rotation on the computer and the ipod for the couple of weeks. It takes about an hour and a half to get there from my house if you factor in walkign and the metro arriving at the best possible time.
Kevin and Marie (the Hampton friends) were leaving there around 4:00, which should put them at our place around 8:00. If we leave then we should be able to get to 930 around, well, 9:30 and everything should be great.
It did not happen this way.
Around 7:00 I called Kevin to see about where they were. Richmond. There were delays and they would be getting to our house around 9:30, which meant we wouldn't be getting to DC in time to see Basia Bulat.
Change of plan - we'll meet at the Shady Grove Metro stop. We''ll pick'em up and then drop them off at the car on the way back. They get there at 8:30. We're there at 8:40. There are ten minutes of shenanigans wherein we eventually determine that Kevin and Marie are on the opposite side of the station than Jamee and I. I never learn where they actually parked.
So, by 8:50 we're on the road. At this point I realize I have to pee.
I call Emily. She and some friends are at a restaurant near the Columbia Heights Metro, which is one stop away from the U Street Station, which is a two minute walk from the at this point fabled 930 Club. We are to meet them at the station. We get to Emily's at somewhere around 9:40 and hike the four blocks to the Columbia Heights metro. We get there at the same time as Emily and her friends. We now have enough people to go search for the One Ring, assuming one of us gets to be Bill the Pony.
We get to the station. One of our two SmartCards finally craps out. A train departs. Another comes. We get on it at 9:55 and are immediately informed that there will be a three minute delay due to trackwork or some such thing. Fifteen minutes later the train leaves. One minute after that we arrive at U Street.
And I really have to fucking pee.
We get to the 930 Club at 10:15 and get to wait in line for ten minutes to pick up my will-call tickets that I probably should have tried to get when Emily and I came to see Colin Meloy back in April. At 10:25 we're inside. And I make it to the restroom. And there was much rejoicing.
Five minutes after that Basia Bulat comes on. She and her band play for about forty-five minutes and it's a good show. They played almost all of her album with a couple of covers adn a newer song that may or may not still be called "Untitled." I bought Jamee an "Oh My Darling" shirt and she enjoyed vodka. I bought myself a DeVotchKa shirt, but they only had up to size Large for the designs I liked. It nearly fits and I've now got another reason to keep going to the gym.
At 11:45, as promised, DeVotchKa hits the stage. It is, a damn good show, though they did not play their cover of "Venus in Furs," which I've heard is just awesome live. But I cannot complain. And they had an acrobat during the encore.
So around 1:30 we leave. Through the entire time we were actually in the club, it never felt as late as it actually was. But the moment I stepped foot outside it felt like everything hit me. We go to the Metro and although it is apparently running until 3:00, there are no trains that appear to be coming for the forseeable future.
So we walk back to Emily's. At around 2:00 we stop at a late night McDonalds. I get a quarter pounder with cheese. First one I've had in years. It tasted incredible. No way that it should have tasted as good as it did. Maybe they're nocturnal. Or maybe it was the overuse of mustard.
By 2:15 or so we're at Emily's. We head back to Brunswick and after about ten minutes everyone's asleep but me. Or at least they're reeeeally quiet. We get to Shady Grove to drop off Kevin and Marie at their car and end up circling the place and heading back towards 270 because we're not sure where they parked. I ended up dropping them off where I originally found them and headed out. I made it most of the way back to Brunswick without falling asleep and by 4:00 we were home.
At this point I had been awake for twenty-three hours. We went inside and went to bed. I slept for four hours.
And then I woke up.
So, we had tickets for DeVotchKa and Basia Bulat at the 930 Club in DC last Friday. I was kind of concerned, bing old, that according to the tickets the doors would be opening at 9:00. On Friday they posted the stage times for each performer. They'd added a second opener who would be going on at 9:45. Basia Bulat wouldn't be going on until 10:30.
DeVotchKa would hit the stage at quarter til midnight.
Did I mention that I am old? And that that was really frickin' late?
So, I decided to suck it up and not worry about the time. I already had the tickets anyway and we had friends coming up from Hampton on Friday to see the show. So, in the spirit of not worrying about the time. Here's a rundown of Friday night:
I decided that I wanted to be at the 930 Club by 10:00 because I did not want to miss Basia Bulat. Her album's been in constant rotation on the computer and the ipod for the couple of weeks. It takes about an hour and a half to get there from my house if you factor in walkign and the metro arriving at the best possible time.
Kevin and Marie (the Hampton friends) were leaving there around 4:00, which should put them at our place around 8:00. If we leave then we should be able to get to 930 around, well, 9:30 and everything should be great.
It did not happen this way.
Around 7:00 I called Kevin to see about where they were. Richmond. There were delays and they would be getting to our house around 9:30, which meant we wouldn't be getting to DC in time to see Basia Bulat.
Change of plan - we'll meet at the Shady Grove Metro stop. We''ll pick'em up and then drop them off at the car on the way back. They get there at 8:30. We're there at 8:40. There are ten minutes of shenanigans wherein we eventually determine that Kevin and Marie are on the opposite side of the station than Jamee and I. I never learn where they actually parked.
So, by 8:50 we're on the road. At this point I realize I have to pee.
I call Emily. She and some friends are at a restaurant near the Columbia Heights Metro, which is one stop away from the U Street Station, which is a two minute walk from the at this point fabled 930 Club. We are to meet them at the station. We get to Emily's at somewhere around 9:40 and hike the four blocks to the Columbia Heights metro. We get there at the same time as Emily and her friends. We now have enough people to go search for the One Ring, assuming one of us gets to be Bill the Pony.
We get to the station. One of our two SmartCards finally craps out. A train departs. Another comes. We get on it at 9:55 and are immediately informed that there will be a three minute delay due to trackwork or some such thing. Fifteen minutes later the train leaves. One minute after that we arrive at U Street.
And I really have to fucking pee.
We get to the 930 Club at 10:15 and get to wait in line for ten minutes to pick up my will-call tickets that I probably should have tried to get when Emily and I came to see Colin Meloy back in April. At 10:25 we're inside. And I make it to the restroom. And there was much rejoicing.
Five minutes after that Basia Bulat comes on. She and her band play for about forty-five minutes and it's a good show. They played almost all of her album with a couple of covers adn a newer song that may or may not still be called "Untitled." I bought Jamee an "Oh My Darling" shirt and she enjoyed vodka. I bought myself a DeVotchKa shirt, but they only had up to size Large for the designs I liked. It nearly fits and I've now got another reason to keep going to the gym.
At 11:45, as promised, DeVotchKa hits the stage. It is, a damn good show, though they did not play their cover of "Venus in Furs," which I've heard is just awesome live. But I cannot complain. And they had an acrobat during the encore.
So around 1:30 we leave. Through the entire time we were actually in the club, it never felt as late as it actually was. But the moment I stepped foot outside it felt like everything hit me. We go to the Metro and although it is apparently running until 3:00, there are no trains that appear to be coming for the forseeable future.
So we walk back to Emily's. At around 2:00 we stop at a late night McDonalds. I get a quarter pounder with cheese. First one I've had in years. It tasted incredible. No way that it should have tasted as good as it did. Maybe they're nocturnal. Or maybe it was the overuse of mustard.
By 2:15 or so we're at Emily's. We head back to Brunswick and after about ten minutes everyone's asleep but me. Or at least they're reeeeally quiet. We get to Shady Grove to drop off Kevin and Marie at their car and end up circling the place and heading back towards 270 because we're not sure where they parked. I ended up dropping them off where I originally found them and headed out. I made it most of the way back to Brunswick without falling asleep and by 4:00 we were home.
At this point I had been awake for twenty-three hours. We went inside and went to bed. I slept for four hours.
And then I woke up.
posted by PunchBuggyBlues at 1:23 PM
2 Comments:
You can tell that it was a rough night since it is 36 hours later and you still can't spell.
That's a long night. I made it back to Hampton from the Cure by 2am, but I left early. However, I, too, am old and I know my limitations. I haven't seen 4am in a loooooooooooonnnnnnnnngggggggg time. 3 blogs on my blog list posted about DeVotcka (you, Emily, my friend Atlanta). You all seemed to enjoy. How lovely.
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