In July of 2002, I had a major crush on a boy. A "drive 360 miles round trip on the weekend just to hang out" level crush. Major.
After several weekends of visiting, I finally summoned the courage to ask him on a proper date, to a concert. He agreed, and on July 26, 2002, we went to see Ben Kweller at the Roxy in Los Angeles. My Morning Jacket was the opening band, and old James Bond movies were playing (without sound) on TVs hung on the walls of the club throughout the concert. Odd, but memorable. After the show, we didn't quite want the date to end, so we went for a midnight snack at Donut Man in Glendora.
Must have been a good date. A decade later, we still listen to Ben Kweller together, sometimes. Only now, our kids listen with us. ;)