Gay and I went to see The National at The Neptune Theater last night. It was a late night for us too, we didn’t even leave the house until after 7:30pm, after watching all but the final minutes of the Seahawks beating of the Eagles. We stopped at the theater to pick up our tickets at will-call and to ask when they expect The National to go on — 10pm, so we had plenty of time.
We went to Hudson Public Ale House, a place I’ve wanted to go to for years now just because of the name (that they have a good beer list is a coincidence, I’m sure). It was close enough to the U District and probably the closest we’d be to the place for a while, so we went.
We both got the same thing: a burger with an egg on top, a relatively new treat for us. They had good beers on the beer list, most of which we’d not had or even heard of, which is rare for us. I couldn’t resist Maritime’s Jolly Roger, being Christmas-y time of year and one of my favorite Christmas beers that is not often found on tap. Gay got Sound Brewing’s Humulo Nimbus, Double IPA. After dinner, we still had time so we shared the Oakshire Ill-Tempered Gnome, another winter seasonal, before we left for the show.
I discovered The National randomly searching for something else and immediately loved the 2007 album Boxer. I’ll always remember that album as my and Havana’s first band we shared… when I was left to take care of her when she was just a couple months old, I had the hardest time getting her to calm down when she was crying, partly because she wanted mommy and because I had no idea what I was doing. But I found that she always stopped crying and listened when she heard the opening piano in their song “Fake Empire”. It quickly became my trick and I would rock her in my arms listening to the album, as if I was dancing with her. Those songs still bring back those memories for me.
We got home just before midnight and, after letting the nanny go, immediately went to bed.