Broken yet beautiful?
Tonight I wasn't planning on going out. I was in class from 8 until 5pm and I just wanted to hang with the dogs. It was a tough choice to make because I knew that this was Derek's next to last show with his band. I didn't want to go alone...Chelle had planned on going but she worked her way into getting a set up for tonight instead. I put on my jammy's and just enjoyed the night.
Paul kept calling me and asked me to go out with him and his friend. I agreed and we ended up at the FQB where Derek's band was playing. The band rocked. They are totally a gypsy rock, punk band very similar to Gogol Bordello...I didn't think it was possible. I enjoyed every minute of it. Their talent really took me aback.
It was a fairly uneventful night otherwise. It was about a gazillion degrees out...and about two gazillion inside the FQB. I drank. I talked to a new friend. I watched an old lady ( and I mean old) get so drunk that she clawed her husband accidently on her way to falling flat onto the floor. He was bleeding from his face, and he struggled to pick up his wife. People offered to help him (including Chelle's skinhead puppy) but he just struggled/dragged her out on his own.
Derek and I didn't talk at all tonight. For one thing, I showed up right as his set was starting and for another, he obviously doesn't appreciate me. It's ok...there were SOOO many people there to see him play for his next to last show. It was a true testament to how wonderful a person he is that the room was packed. At one point, our eyes met and I gave Der a half hearted wave but I never looked back over to see if he returned the wave. I chatted with numerous people but my eye always caught on him. He touched my shoulder briefly and said, "Bye M." and I didn't even turn around. I just said "Bye." and went back to the elderly magician at the bar who was performing magic tricks. It truly was a "game," I really felt like I couldn't turn away from the old guy who was trying to valiently to teach us magic tricks that we ALL learned in second grade.
Talking to the old person as Derek tapped my shoulder wasn't what I wanted to do...but it was the right thing to do. I hope karma remembers me in a good way! And yeah, as decent of a time I had tonight the only real thought I had was "23 days". Too bad that's not what he was thinking.
Paul kept calling me and asked me to go out with him and his friend. I agreed and we ended up at the FQB where Derek's band was playing. The band rocked. They are totally a gypsy rock, punk band very similar to Gogol Bordello...I didn't think it was possible. I enjoyed every minute of it. Their talent really took me aback.
It was a fairly uneventful night otherwise. It was about a gazillion degrees out...and about two gazillion inside the FQB. I drank. I talked to a new friend. I watched an old lady ( and I mean old) get so drunk that she clawed her husband accidently on her way to falling flat onto the floor. He was bleeding from his face, and he struggled to pick up his wife. People offered to help him (including Chelle's skinhead puppy) but he just struggled/dragged her out on his own.
Derek and I didn't talk at all tonight. For one thing, I showed up right as his set was starting and for another, he obviously doesn't appreciate me. It's ok...there were SOOO many people there to see him play for his next to last show. It was a true testament to how wonderful a person he is that the room was packed. At one point, our eyes met and I gave Der a half hearted wave but I never looked back over to see if he returned the wave. I chatted with numerous people but my eye always caught on him. He touched my shoulder briefly and said, "Bye M." and I didn't even turn around. I just said "Bye." and went back to the elderly magician at the bar who was performing magic tricks. It truly was a "game," I really felt like I couldn't turn away from the old guy who was trying to valiently to teach us magic tricks that we ALL learned in second grade.
Talking to the old person as Derek tapped my shoulder wasn't what I wanted to do...but it was the right thing to do. I hope karma remembers me in a good way! And yeah, as decent of a time I had tonight the only real thought I had was "23 days". Too bad that's not what he was thinking.
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