Last night, Lacy Danes and I headed first to Wild Ginger for dinner and then to the Showbox to see Kate Nash.
Wild Ginger is probably one of my favorite restaurants ever. It being a Friday evening there were no reservations available but we sat in the bar and ate and since the bar is just as gorgeous as the rest of the place, that was just fine. The Kung Pao chicken was just amazing, not gloppy, fresh, crispy veg the chicken was so tender – it was seriously delish and I wish I had some right now! I then closed off the meal with coconut gelato. Now up until yesterday, pistachio was my favorite gelato flavor but I think coconut just might give it a run for the money.
Lacy and I talked writing and lives and kids, etc and had a lovely time. I don’t see her as often as I should, which is silly but she and I both are always so totally busy! Anyway, it was great to see her.
We then headed down toward Pike Place for the Showbox The Showbox is a great venue, small but frankly, I wish it was simply 21 and over so I could do without the arm stamps to get into the bar, etc. But it’s a lovely place. Big giant chandelier in the entry, etc. Opening band was meh but they tried hard.
Kate Nash was awesome. I love her. I love her songwriting and I love her voice. She just has a lovely stage presence and her band was awesome too. Wowzers on the drums last night too!
I love live music and I wish I got out to see it more often but the idiotic woman behind us who would NOT SHUT UP reminded me of why I stay in my house so much. Firstly, if all people who cared more about shouting out “KATE WE LOVE YOU! WE LOVE YOU KATE!” and “CAROLINE! CAROLINE’S A VICTIM” to show us how much indie cred than actually you know HEARING the music, were put in a camp deep below the surface of the earth, that would be awesome. Just sayin. I hate you, douchey woman who screamed Kate Nash’s name and CAROLINE through EVERY SONG, over the parts where Kate Nash who you profess to love so much was pretty much begging you, yes you douchey mcdumbass, to shut up. And when you called my friend a “slut” for looking up at you, you should be ashamed of yourself. Seriously. You should have been tased for that and then made to go up on stage and apologize to everyone in that club. I hate you douchey woman because you harshed my experience with your behavior and I had to listen to YOU instead of Kate Nash, who you know, I paid to see. Frankly, another thing that pissed me off was that I had to move so I wasn’t blocking the steps up to the bar (which is fine, I understand why) but this stupid cow was left to scream and hurl epithets at anyone who looked at her twice all night long. The bimbo was standing like right next to the bouncer for the bar for heaven’s sake. Gah! A pox on douchey CAROLINE woman. And seriously, if you can’t hold your liquor, don’t get drunk in public.
Anyway, Kate Nash was so good and so was the company that drunk douchey woman didn’t ruin my time, but seriously, universe, can we think about that camp please?