Last night after work I met up with my friend who’s in town to play a gig. We had some drinks and ate and then headed to the venue, down on Bowery called R-Bar. The inside was a little tacky– some kind of burlesque-themed dive-y joint with a separate music venue. There were stripper poles around and the walls were red leather. Sort of gross, but since my friend was playing there, it was immediately cool, too.<\/p>\n
I grew up with this guy, out in the wood of New Hampshire. We met in second grade, and stayed pretty close since. Seeing him perform in NYC was a nice, special experience.<\/p>\n
The band that went on before his was not good, and especially by contrast. His band is super tight. It’s not really my kind of music, but I enjoyed it last night. Good guitar tone, spurts of good creativity here and there. It’s a three piece band called Hug the Dog. It’s rock with some funk, all original songs. The song “Friday night” is fantastic.<\/p>\n
If my writing is awful, it’s because I’m severely hung over. We got home at 3:30a. The girl I invited to the show came home, too. She’s in my room now, 1:30p, still sleeping. I just went to Dunkin’s for coffee. My friend is on the couch listening to a recording of the gig last night. His wife is in the kitchen making some sort of really spicy noodle dish for us. She brought her own chili peppers from NH.<\/p>\n
His band plays there again tonight and I will go, but I will not drink much or stay out. I have to go to work tomorrow morning.<\/p>\n
I have no idea what I’m going to do about the girl situation. No use hiding anything or pretending that what happened last night didn’t happen. I think we didn’t sleep until close to 6a. I emerged around noon. My friend and his wife had been up for hours and even went to the supermarket.<\/p>\n
I wonder how many hundreds of dollars I spent last night on drinks for people.<\/p>\n
I wonder what the fuck I’m doing with and to myself lately. Do I have a latent desire for trouble? Because what I let happen last night has the potential to be an absolute hornet’s nest in my life.<\/p>\n
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Last night after work I met up with my friend who’s in town to play a gig. We had some drinks and ate and then headed to the venue, down on Bowery called R-Bar. The inside was a little tacky– … Continue reading