The original plan is to go see my friend perform some of his songs at open mike night at the local comedy club. I have another friend (good friend) in town for the evening with concert plans across town. I’m going to the comedy club. I’m meeting people for dinner then having drinks and enjoying open mike. I’m going home after. I’m getting 8 hours of sleep.
Half way through the evening, the other friend proposes that if me and one of my co-workers are up for it, we should head across town and meet up with him and his friend after the concert. Ok…it has been a very long time since I have been spontaneous and every bone in my body says you can’t do this. Every bone says you are going to have to spend the night with your co-worker and you have NOTHING with you to pull that off. But the “I used to hang out back stage with my friend’s band” side of me, the “I used to kiss a lot of boys” side of me, the “I want to dance till dawn” side of me emerges and I go.
And holy crap is it worth it. I wind up downtown in a bar I’ve never been in, in the new district I didn’t think I’d get to see cause it is completely not my husband’s scene, listening to good music, dancing like I never get to, flirting, laughing, dancing with a girl, singing at the top of my lungs, holding on tighter than I should, feeling myself spin out of control, running after my friend who has my shoes, eating pizza at 2 AM, misbehaving, sleeping on a couch in someone else’s clothes, and going to work the next day 2 hours late and commando.
God damn it feels good to be alive.