Sounds like fun! I think we're all due a little lowering of inhibitions once in a while- maybe more. :-)
The name Disco Dick may very well be the strangest band name I've heard in a VERY long time.
I too went to see a friend play last night. He is so good, but he's just my friend. I'm not allowed to date musicians anymore but I can still watch and dream. Sorry, tangent.
Glad you were out and about. Hopefully you'll have more opportunities like that.
I am glad that you had fun, Shy. And, yes, alcohol (when used properly) can be a great way to let ourselves sneak around those inhibitions. Sounds like you had fun. I spent last night watching horroe movies by myself which was fun enough. Friday night a gilfriend and I spent almost 3 hours at Target. Woo-hoo! Y'all should try not to be jealous of my whirlwind, jet-set life. Hehe.
Yes, there is a story. Several, actually. The short version is that the younger me loved musicians and, apparently, there's a switch in my brain that puts them on a pedestal immediately after I meet them. The reasons for this are many, for example: they're creative, deep, interesting, often struggling, etc. and that's just SO attractive to my 23 year-old self. I'm a saver of all things- money, photos, people- and that instict just seems to kick right in with those emotional musicians. Now, I know all the signs when I see them and though I'm still attracted (some things never change), now I know better. Not saying that it could never happen again, but I'm now a MUCH tougher sell than I used to be. For instance, now I actually require the man to be mostly stable. Imagine that!
Phew! How's that for a therapy revelation? I didn't pay one cent for that realization though. Unless, of course, you count the cost of the alcohol consumed over several years while crying over the drummer/lead singer/bassist/pianist who broke my heart and then wrote a song about it. :-)
I love the fun old people that are out there just having a blast. I'm usually pretty good about letting go but nothing like some people. There's always that fear of being the ridiculous drunk girl at the party. No one likes her.
I dated one musician (and a couple of DJs) in my early 20s. Never again. For the same reasons. Plus, I am soooo over the tortured artist bit. Sell it somewhere else buddy, 'cause I ain't buyin. I prefer people who take responsibility for their lives and work to make them better. People who think that life has just wronged them and want to wallow in self pity are pathetic. They are not deep or introspective or sensitive. They're losers.
Was it a brightly colored boa? I saw a drunk obnoxious girl wearing one of those when I was out at the bars for a bachelorette party a few years ago. This girl thought that she was the cat's pajamas. But the joke was on her because, after a sweaty hour or two on the dance floor, her entire body was stained orange by the grotesque and tacky accoutrement itself. Ah, there is justice in this world sometimes.
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Sounds like fun! I think we're all due a little lowering of inhibitions once in a while- maybe more. :-)
The name Disco Dick may very well be the strangest band name I've heard in a VERY long time.
I too went to see a friend play last night. He is so good, but he's just my friend. I'm not allowed to date musicians anymore but I can still watch and dream. Sorry, tangent.
Glad you were out and about. Hopefully you'll have more opportunities like that.
Why aren't you allowed to date musicians anymore?
I second that - cough it up, Ms. Lesley.
I am glad that you had fun, Shy. And, yes, alcohol (when used properly) can be a great way to let ourselves sneak around those inhibitions. Sounds like you had fun. I spent last night watching horroe movies by myself which was fun enough. Friday night a gilfriend and I spent almost 3 hours at Target. Woo-hoo! Y'all should try not to be jealous of my whirlwind, jet-set life. Hehe.
Target can be quite the exciting place!
Teehee! You ladies are fun-ny!
Yes, there is a story. Several, actually. The short version is that the younger me loved musicians and, apparently, there's a switch in my brain that puts them on a pedestal immediately after I meet them. The reasons for this are many, for example: they're creative, deep, interesting, often struggling, etc. and that's just SO attractive to my 23 year-old self. I'm a saver of all things- money, photos, people- and that instict just seems to kick right in with those emotional musicians. Now, I know all the signs when I see them and though I'm still attracted (some things never change), now I know better. Not saying that it could never happen again, but I'm now a MUCH tougher sell than I used to be. For instance, now I actually require the man to be mostly stable. Imagine that!
Phew! How's that for a therapy revelation? I didn't pay one cent for that realization though. Unless, of course, you count the cost of the alcohol consumed over several years while crying over the drummer/lead singer/bassist/pianist who broke my heart and then wrote a song about it. :-)
Yay Target! And yay new swimsuits!
I love the fun old people that are out there just having a blast. I'm usually pretty good about letting go but nothing like some people. There's always that fear of being the ridiculous drunk girl at the party. No one likes her.
That would be the one I dubbed "boa girl" last night.
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