Back when Drew and I started dating, we listened to Jenny Lewis’ album, “Rabbit Fur Coat” all the time. Drew didn’t really know who she was until he met me, and then he became an instant fan and, whenever we hear her first solo album, it reminds us of that time very early in our relationship when everything was sweet and the only challenge we faced was whether and when one of us was going to move to the other (I did, a year and half after we met). Last night we got to see Jenny Lewis perform that album at the Beacon, our favorite venue, during her 10-year anniversary tour. Ten years! That’s (just about) how long it’s been since Drew and I met.
Anyway, before the show, we stopped for dinner at a little tapas place, and on our way to the theater afterward we saw this couple arguing. The woman, who was late 20s/early 30s, was visibly drunk and screaming at her boyfriend.
“I hate your family!” she yelled. “I can’t stand them! I hate your mother, I like one of your sisters, I hate the other one, and I’m indifferent to your father!” I was riveted.
“You’re drunk!” the boyfriend replied.
“I tell you I hate then when I’m sober, too! I don’t understand why my sister has to meet your mother. I hate your mother! And I don’t know why you still live with her!”
“Oh, girrrl,” I said to her.
“I know!” she replied.
I was sad when we got to the theater and I couldn’t watch their show any more. But then, during the first intermission, I went to the bathroom and, as I was walking back up the stairs, I heard a couple yelling at each other. As I reached the top of the stairs, there they were — my old friends! He was yelling at her to hurry up and that he was going to wait for her right there, under the lights, while she went to the bathroom.
“I don’t care!” she screamed as she passed me on the staircase, swinging her purse over her shoulder. And then, as we bumped shoulders and I gave her a sympathetic smile, she looked at me and said, “He’s awful!!”
As much as I wanted to see Jenny Lewis, I kind of wanted to camp out on the stairs and watch the rest of the crazy couple show. I was rooting for the woman, for no better reason than she seemed like someone who wouldn’t have hangover shame the next day and I always respect those people (I mean, provided they aren’t, like, abusive or putting anyone’s lives in danger or whatever). But, alas, I went back to my seat and will likely never know how the story ends. I bet they get married and the woman writes in for advice one day when she’s pregnant, asking how she can keep her mother-in-law away from her baby. I can’t wait.
And on that note: I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!