Survived yet another Valentine's day in the city as a single gal. *high fives*
I survived and didn't jump off a roof, barf repeatedly or drink myself to stupor, even though that last one seemed plausible by Saturday. So, I survived it and I am waiting for it next year. With each year I surprise myself, it either gets better or worse, or I am just numb and don't even remember it exists. Surviving it as a woman is so much harder than it is on the men. Men fall into the numb category. I went to this bar last night and these two guys were just smoking and drinking away getting all pissy because the bartender switched the channels on the TV from the Nascar race. I just thought, okay, someone obviously doesn't have a Valentine's. Instead of getting mad about it instead he's rather pissed because he can't watch the race. This is a totally different perspective.
Saturday afternoon I scrapped all the plans I had which were not many and had to rewrite my plans. For one, it snowed on Friday so I couldn't do the Valentine's dance at Tongue and Groove as originally scheduled. I knew people just might show up but it had snowed all day, I didn't want to risk being the only one there. So Saturday after being cooked up at home all Friday I decided to try something a little different.
One of my meetups was scheduled to see a band play at Star Community Bar over at Little Five Points Corner Tavern. It was either that or some dance party over at the Perimeter. I chose to see the live band even though I had never heard of them.
But here's the thing...in going out, it's all about choices. When you have a choice between this place or that, it's crucial that you choose one that works. No, after this one I might touch base at this other one. It doesn't always work because they might be located in 2 different ends of the city or you might be too exhausted to scurry over to the second one. It's all about making that choice and sticking to it and hoping that's the one that works. I never seem to make the right choice. I always hope the choice I am making is the right one but inevitably after a sour evening I realize it might not have been.
So here we are, back to Saturday. The band was this heavy metal loud grungey band. No musical talent whatsoever. Not really my thing. But I thought, live music is live music, after a couple of drinks it will all start to make sense. The meetup group was to meet at Little Five Corner Tavern before the show for a few drinks. After meeting the group, which was a very good group by the way (fun loving beer drinking cheery group of guys) I didn't feel like I needed to be at the show. There was a lot of smoking involved everywhere, at the bar where we had drinks and more to come at the show (so I was told). I just wanted to take myself away from that and kick myself for not going to the dance party over at the Perimeter (which I know did not involve dive bars and cigarettes). So you see bad choice made!
I ended the evening at P'Cheen over at the Highlands. I had been here before to meet with a group of friends and support a local DJ friend of mine. I was familiar with the crowd and the fact that the bar also permits smoking after 10pm. But after surviving Little Five Points, I thought it wouldn't hurt to engage in some more smoking, in this one at least there's a DJ and some very good beer to support me.
The music was awesome. It was a mix of old school hip-hop and rap. He dug up Brand New Heavies, Q-Tip, Naughty by Nature and shit. He was awesome. The crowd very lively and alternative was so into each other. This is never a good thing anywhere. But the DJ made up for it. It always surprises me how you can be in a place with a lot of people and still manage to be invisible to everyone except the bartender. I can never understand that. I may never understand it. I promised myself I would stay till midnight and then leave so as not to be (technically) alone on Valentine's. But in this place I might as well have been.
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