Crazy Single Girl Life vs. Former Practically Married Life

It’s 10 o’clock in the evening on a weeknight, and I’m restless.  What am I gonna do?    Sit here?   Hell no.  

What would I have done a year ago in this circumstance?   I probably would have gone to the gym.   It was the default for burning off late night energy when I was, well, what I was gonna say was married.    I always sort of looked at it that way.   

Anyway, whatever it was, whatever name it went by, it’s not anymore.  And tonight, I say, screw it.   I’m not going to bed, and I’m not going to the gym.  I’m gonna put on my shoes, and I might even check my makeup, and then I’m going to sneak a peak at my booty in the mirror to make sure these jeans are working for me tonight, and I’m going to go hang out with a bunch of gay men in a piano bar.


Running Around All Night Long

Last night, after my last day at Huge Corporation, I went to band practice.   We’re still in the process of trying out singers.  So, it was a fun practice, but I didn’t really feel like I got to nail anything down.  It’s still just so much fun to go and play.  I wish we could practice more.

Afterwards, I was giving Ruckus a ride home.  That guy is super cool, and can always make me laugh.  Like, gerbil laugh.   He got me twice during practice last night.  We were talking about family, and about my uncle’s memorial.

Since he lives near the lake, I decided to drop in on some friends afterwards.  Wednesday nights, some folks from the musical theatre crowd hang out at The Alley, a dive-a-licious piano bar in the Grand Lake neighborhood.   I used to hang out there every so often when I lived in that neighborhood, and I’ve always been quite fond of the spot.

I’ve dropped in a few other times, but never found any of my friends, but last night that was not a problem.  I walked in, and found many familiar faces around the piano.   I also got the chance to make a lot of new friends.   It was a good time.   

And they got me laughing, too.  In fact, I now have a new friend who is completely enamored of me for that laugh alone.  I laughed so hard and so long that I actually lost my squeak.  My throat was raw.   

In the end, it was two in the morning before I got home.   That was actually the second night in a row that I was out until the wee hours.   I’ve really been enjoying myself lately.  

And no, I didn’t sing anything at the piano.