We Both Go Down Together, or I Hope I Cut Myself Shaving Tomorrow
The place: our new friend’s apartment. The time: Sunday night. A party of sorts is happening around us.
Friend: You should totally see his first film. We’re planning on having you guys to dinner soon. If you don’t think an austere three-hour movie would kill the mood too much…
Me: That’s like every date we’ve ever been on. [sips drink] We watched Alphaville on our second date.
[laughter]
Friend: And there was a third?
Alex: Actually, our first ‘real’ date was going to see a Wagner opera. One of the Ring Cycle.
Aaand scene. 
I tell this story because, today, I was asking myself when we became that couple.
Due to recent ticket acquisition, we will be seeing all of these bands within the same thirty-day period:
1. The Arcade Fire
2. The Mountain Goats
3. The Decemberists
I could not be more musically excited unless, like, Wilco and Le Tigre decided to play a double bill in my backyard.
This might even trump that weekend in the summer of ‘03 when I saw both Ani DiFranco and Elvis Costello* in the same weekend at the Calgary Folk Festival.
We are so that couple.
*I’m disappointed in you, readership. Not one of you seemed to get the E.C. joke in the last post.