Spontaneous Thursday

I've come to realize that this blog is merely a way for me to keep track of all the decent, and sometimes extremely indecent experiences I've had. Trying to explain my day-to-day activities would be boring, now that I am no longer working for a maniac, so instead I have resorted to telling you all about the one night I go out a week. Thus the following story:

I have become friendly with a girl named Michele, who like me is from the south and moved to New York hoping to find more than just a job at a gym. Whenever we are working at the same time and business is slow we get on the company phone to bitch about corporate, or a member who wanted 'help' in the dressing room (if you know what I mean). When we found out neither one of us was working Thursday night, we decided to get a drink together. I can't help but want to get to know people better, even if my time here is coming to an end.

We ended up at a Mexican restaurant I've passed a billion times. The food was alright, but our margaritas were better. With a slight buzz, we opted to stroll down to the LES for another drink and possibly some music. I remembered that it was the grand opening for another stage at Rockwood Music Hall, where I had been the week before. Well, I guess we didn't know how big of a deal it would be, because when we got there we joined a line at the end of the block. I would have happily left, but Michele seemed at ease. Neither one of us had anywhere to be, and it seemed pretty cool to be at the first of something in New York.

During our wait in line a dreamy boy was standing behind us. However, a quick glance at his hand showed a silver ring on his fourth finger, left hand. Yes, I have to check for these now. Does this always mean a guy is married? Could someone clear this up for me, please? He was totally flirting, which if he was married would have made me feel gross. But, that ring and my overall shyness are what kept me from offering him my number. Another odd thing about this guy, and several of the people standing around us....THEY ALL KNEW EACHOTHER. It wasn't until we were leaving that I figured it out....they are all probably in bands that play at the other part of the venue. duh!

After an hour and some in line, because we were gabbing and didn't even realize; we made it in. That also wasn't without a little flirting with the bouncer, who seemed to think my fiesty nature may get me in 'trouble.' Once inside we got to listen to Zach Williams sing for an hour or so. I had a blue moon and listened to some pretty great music, while keeping my eye on the cutie who hadn't strayed too far from us. Michele didn't know what to do with her pint glass, since it was so crowded we couldn't move and ended up shoving it in her purse. At the train station she handed it to me, and I am now the proud owner of a $7.50 pint glass from the grand opening of Rockwood Music Hall's Stage 2.

After, I went home full of happiness, beer, and a new glass. I realized...at times like these it seems like music, booze, and boys are all I will ever need to be happy, maybe not successful...but happy.