A couple of months ago, I found out my favorite band was coming to town. I excitedly told my boyfriend that I was going to be buying tickets as soon as they were released. His reply? “Who the hell are The National?” Only the greatest band in my life, Monsieur! Clearly my freakish excitement got to him and he decided to surprise me with the tickets. I was over the moon. Saturday night was finally the night of the concert and it was pretty much the best date ever.

We headed over straight after work, grabbed some dinner at Subway, and just hung out. The concert started at 7:30. There were two opening acts which I did not care about AT ALL. Sorry. While we waited for the unknowns to finish their performance, we made fun of the hipsters, talked, played Crime City… Just entertained ourselves. The National finally came on at 9:45 and I was ridiculously happy. He made fun if me for being so bouncy, but I know he was really happy to see how excited I was. Hearing “Slow Show” (my favorite song and my favorite love song) live with him at my back, his arms around my waist? Pretty sure that’s in the top five moments of my life.

The one downside was the fact that our tickets were for standing room. Never again, he told me, as he crouched to view the concert from my level. You can’t really see much of the stage/show when you’re 5’2” and standing in the middle of the crowd. Next time we’ll make sure to get balcony seats for me and my height deficiency. But Saturday night? I was too happy to care.

(Picture credit goes to my 6 foot tall boyfriend using my iPhone)