Nesting...or not

So M and I are taking the plunge and have signed a lease on an apartment. Apparently, though, our nesting instinct isn't that strong, because we got the keys yesterday, and instead of moving in, we drove to Cleveland to see a Jens Lekman show.

It was well worth it, even though we didn't get back home until almost 2:30 in the morning. Then we woke up early to load the car with boxes before work, so we could drop them off later. However, M's parents just had their driveway paved and we can't drive on it, so our cars are all parked in a field several hundred yards from the garage. It was freezing cold and pitch dark when we started to carry stuff out, and we did it without rhyme or reason, which I noticed when the car was loaded with a blender, two large glass panes, and Christmas decorations. All the things that you need right away when you move. We kept dropping things. At one point, I turned to M and said, "I don't think we are making very good decisions right now." He cheerfully agreed. We were both feeling a bit flu-ish, but unsure if it was a result of catching the bug that has M's sister laid up, or if it was because we are approaching the age when we really shouldn't be out all night at a concert and then try to go to work the next day.

All that being said, the show was fantastic. Jens, as usual, was surrounded by fashionable Swedish girls playing an endless assortment of instruments. He was also accompanied by Victor the DJ who added some great beats in all the right places. After the show, Victor stayed to spin some records for the dancing enjoyment of the crowd, but we wisely decided to hit the road. Jens Lekman is quite the showman, and his fans are devoted, which made for some great sing-alongs. We also loved the Paul Simon cover that he did for his encore.

I would say more, but M got a pretty good bootleg of the show last night, so if you want to hear it, come on over to our new apartment! I'll make you a smoothie in our blender.