Obviously, it helped that I love their album, and that we had a good view from the lower balcony, and we were surrounded by other people having a whale of a time, and that Kristine (my sister-in-law) and I were both hellbent on having a good time (even if the Lovely Melanie was convinced it was “a bit weird” going to a gig with your sister-in-law). But when Django Django came on they were magnificent – I was dancing like a loon! 😀
The only looming problem for the whole gig was that we had to somehow get home afterwards – or possibly during, depending how long they played for. Shepherds Bush is on the opposite side of London from my home in Bexley.
As it turns out, we needn’t have worried – instead, we got drunk and accepted and invitation from some new friends to come for a drink afterwards, and then we went back to the flat of a very nice lady and carried on drinking until 3am. Problem solved!
Or, at least, problem deferred. We were lucky to find a very nice taxi driver who not only didn’t overcharge us to get back to Bexley (“overcharge” is a very relative term here, obviously!) but even took us to McDonalds for something to soak up the booze.
Honestly, it was the kind of night I used to have all the time in my 20s/early 30s… So nostalgic. 😉
Saturday was a bit of a dead loss for us both. The girls did try and play with Auntie Kris, but her heart wasn’t really in it (neither was her swirling stomach or pounding head).
But it was worth it. 🙂