Interesting night. Bobby D from Spitfire Pilot tells me he has a very interesting idea for the two of us, but he won't tell me unless I go to Valentine's (at midnight! on a Wednesday!) and he'll tell me there. I don't know if he was being fickle or not or just trying to tempt me into staying out *way* past my bedtime, but I am certainly intrigued. I wonder if he wants to do some musical collaboration or if he's just looking for new ways to try to get into my pants - lol. So I've promised to catch his show at Savannah's on the 27th, which means getting a sitter... and on a Thursday night. Ugh. Painful, but possibly worth it. I gotta see if I can get someone to come with me. I'm NOT walking home from Savannah's, drunk, in the middle of the night. But I promised Bobby and I'm incredibly curious now as to his "interesting idea", so maybe I'll wind up taking a cab...
There's one guy who is a regular at the Lark Tavern open mic... I'd put down his name, but he strikes me as a ego-googler and he would certainly find this entry, which will not be at all flattering to him. He first started really talking to me last week, but last week I was surrounded by my friends, so I had a safety net. I didn't have that safety net last night, unfortunately. So I head out, solo, and grab myself a small table, only to be accosted and cornered by this guy...
This guy annoys the piss out of me. I don't know why, but there's something about him that just sets me on edge. I don't like his music and I don't like his personality and part of me wonders if the two don't go hand in hand, because the people there whose music I
do like are people who I also almost always like on a personal level. This guy proceeds to tell me a story of when he was in college and some of his housemates got some shrooms. He couldn't figure out why they were so excited about mushrooms. The housemates decide to make some tea... this guy's thinking "Mushroom tea? Sounds nasty." They disappear into the attic, where they decide to sit in the dark and hallucinate (been there, done that) and he still (at 34 years old) can't wrap his brain around this concept. It's as completely foreign to him as it was back 15+ years ago.
I don't need you to have done drugs. I don't need you to be a fringey kind of person, but I think there's some part of me that needs anyone I spend any quality time with to at least understand that sort of thing. I need to surround myself with people who are accepting of others, even if they live on the fringes of society.
So this guy is totally judgemental and, DUDE, he is the *most* boring person I have ever met.
And he won't stop talking about all this boring-ass crap! I mean, I can deal with some people... I can listen forever, but COME ON. We *all* have our breaking points and he was totally mine. I must have looked absolutely miserable, because as people started arriving some of them (I can only assume) noticed how painful things were for me, took pity and drew him away. Much to my relief.
So then came the bit with Bobby... and I don't know what to make of that. Then I guess I was mostly just hermiting. There wasn't much I had to say, there weren't many people there that I knew (or was interested in seeking out). Waited my turn, got up and performed and had quite a few people (some I didn't know) come up and talk to me about my performance. Well-received surely, my "Angry Grrl" set. Not happy with the way it came out, but I guess others were.
So I walked away with a demo from a band called "Positive Mental Trip" which I still need to listen to. Nice guy who came to talk to me, though - Luke was his name. I'll have to make a point to look for him in 3 weeks when his triangle brings him back to the Capital District. Reached out, once again, to Steve Adeletta, who is a local comedian with great potential! Very funny guy, good material... needs to work on the heckling reactions a little, though. This is the second time I've chatted with him, very sweet guy, I'd like to get to know him.
Home by midnight. Bed well before 1. And yet, today, I find myself feeling all kinds of icky. I'm tired, I'm achy, I'm sore, my knees hurt. I would just about *kill* for a backrub, which makes me think about other things (*sigh*).
But I am not making a plan right now. I have forsworn plans on this particular topic, choosing to embrace the chaos (and freak the hell out on Miz and Girl as necessary). The only plans I am making these days are dinner plans, as in, what am I going to cook on [day of the week]? Outside of that, I'm testing the waters and trying to figure out whether or not I can realistically plot courses for things that matter beyond my little obsessive bubble.
~FG };^>
