I woke up and decided that it was a Death Cab for Cutie day. As I listened to Transatlanticism I was taken back to my college years. I listened to a lot of Death Cab, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. Not the happiest of music, but I was lost and a bit lonely. Maybe I still am a little. Maybe I always will be. Anyways, I bought tickets to see Death Cab at the Metro in Chicago. I picked up my friend Aaron, maybe we took a train, I can’t remember how we got to the city. Excited and early, we decided to get some ice cream at a shop across from the venue. After paying for ice cream I put my wallet back into my purse, and the two of us walked across the street. On the other side I reached into my bag to get the tickets, and a wave of panic swept over me as I realized my wallet was gone. Some one had picked it in the two minutes it took me to walk from the ice cream shop to the Metro. Total bummer! I was sad. I may have shed a tear, but not to worry! There was another show the next day so I immediately bought tickets forgetting about the family engagement my mom wasn’t going to let me miss. I tried twice to see my favorite band and failed both times.
I had given up hope and bought a bus ticket to go back to school in Champaign, IL on Sunday. As I exited the bus in downtown Champaign I caught a glimpse of the marquee over The Highdive, a small music venue/bar, and my eyes popped out of my head when I saw who was playing. Death Cab for Cutie! I went to the show, saw my friend Jack there, and got to meet the band! I had to buy three tickets to see this damn show, but it was worth it. It made me smile, and still makes me smile thinking about that weekend.
Here’s what I looked like in 2005 with black hair. I can still fit in a sink.