Infused

Back in New York City I spent the majority of my time gluing rhinestones, so small you need a magnifying glass, to toggle buttons. While I don't actually mind the repetitive motion and ability to listen to music while I work; the constant hassle of being interrupted to run an errand, or dye something doesn't really allow me to get into any kind of rhythm. The only reason I'm doing these, and the dying, is because my boss says 'she isn't good at it.' The real reason...she doesn't want to get her hands dirty.

Between another long work week (getting even longer as show time approaches), and more job rejections, I was feeling pretty low. To not even be able to get a part time job, doesn't give you much hope for a future.

I decided to help out another nation in need, Haiti. I attended a benefit show at the Village Underground. The opener was a band called Marion Grace, where one guest performer of the band is my new crush. If he can do what he did to that guitar on my body............

The second performer was Jess King, who happens to be a friend of my sister. That is how I heard about the show, and another reason why I went.

While the venue is fantastic, dark, hidden, and underground, with black boothes and a small stage, the drinks are even better. A little on the expensive side, but ABSOLUTE-ly worth it. I had a Berry Infused Martini, which was pretty much a strawberry daiquiri martini. After two of those, my friend and I were two of the most happy drunks you'd ever seen!

The only thing bringing us down was the music? Jess King sings about love and loss, so after about three songs I was discussing life again....I CAN'T ESCAPE IT!!! She has a beautiful voice, and the other performers are very talented, but all the songs are very sad. My friend and I began discussing why I am so sad. In short it is this:

I have no job.

I have no lover.

I have no money.

I have no permanent home.

I have no prospects for any of the above.

Hopefully one of the above will change soon, but if not, I guess I'm going to become an alcoholic. Those martinis did a good job...one more may have just filled the whole void.