A few months ago my dad mentioned the 9:30 Club (now apparently officially known as Nightclub 9:30, which I like less) on his blog and how he had always intended to go to a show there. I joked that he should come out in June and go to Calexico with us. Fastforward to last week, when he called up to say he would be coming to DC for a meeting on Friday, the very Friday of the concert. (The show also corresponded with/prompted a forty-eight-hour break in Jason’s travel schedule, but more on that later.)
We decided to drive in, since there’s something so unappealing about taking the metro after midnight. I thought we had to pick up the $12 parking pass, so I headed up to U Street after work on Friday. Turns out our names would just be on the register at the parking lot that evening, but I did also pick up my dad’s ticket, saving us some time later on.
Before the show we had dinner at Silver Diner, a favorite for my dad because they serve beets and brussels sprouts.
Of the three of us, I have (hilariously) the most driving-in-DC-recently experience, so I took the wheel when we headed into the city at 9:15 p.m. To be clear, I am usually getting ready for bed at 9:15 p.m. and was legitimately worried I might fall asleep during the concert (or worse, driving us home). I missed a turn that I think would have gotten me to a diagonal (New Hampshire?) and instead ended up taking the least direct route to the venue. We pulled into the parking lot just before 10 p.m. and headed inside.
When she was done, the band members came out and checked their instruments (which seemed sort of quaint). Around 10:30, Calexico came out and opened up with “Falling from the Sky”.
I can’t emphasize enough how great Calexico is live. Maybe part of the awesomeness was due to the intimate venue, but they were seriously great (and this coming from a girl who speaks limited Spanish)(though to be fair they sing in English quite a lot)(and Jason translated the Spanish songs in my ear because his language skills are on point).
They played for almost two hours, then did four more songs across two encores. Sometimes at concerts I get sick of standing (or standing in the rain, as the Dave Matthews Band case may be), but I was having a blast long after midnight.
I’m glad I got to go with Jason and my dad, my two biggest music influencers. I distinctly remember hearing the two of them talk music back when we were dating and thinking, “Wait. Jason is exactly like my dad.” That’s a good thing. We had such a fantastic time together, as you can tell from our big grins.
The show ended around 12:45 and we headed home by a more direct route. We dropped my dad at his hotel and said good-bye, as he was flying home to Utah early the next morning to be home in time for the Payson Temple cultural celebration. Jason and I stopped by CVS on the way home to pick up more travel-sized contact solution and finally got to bed around 2 a.m.