Open Mic Night

A table of ladies in the far back of the room. Another table off to the side, a woman with gigantic, cavernous cleavage and her friend. The third table, my roommate and one of her new stalkers, a man who utterly lacks any kind of confidence or social skills relating to the opposite sex.

This was my audience for the open mic night I performed at last night. Guess which table actually paid attention to my singing.

It actually worked in my favor. I was utterly nervous before I strummed the first chord, chain smoking and peeing a little too often for the amount of beer I consumed. But as I strummed the first chord, it dawned on me that it didn't really matter who these people were, and they weren't really listening to me anyway. I relaxed a bit and played my "set" with ease, and had an amazing amount of fun, performing some originals and and long list of Mountain Goats' covers.

One girl told me I had a lot of nice "ditties." Not sure how to interpret that, but hey, its ok.

Such a strange venue for such an endeavor, the host bar being the local area sports bar I typically stay away from, except for a playoff game or two.

(My interest in sports is very and strictly limited to the playoffs. Basketball and hockey. Baseball I just can't watch.)

My favorite part was the roommate's stalker, who coward in the background, almost too afraid to actually sit and talk with roommate, who at the end of my playing gave me a very inspirational thank you speech. I just kind of laughed at it. I mean, I've played actual shows before, only like three, but it was a nice gesture.

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Today was a special day at work. By special, I mean things were pretty messed up, which took place in the form of one of the ovens being broken, which happens way more often than it should. Broken since yesterday, one of the main pieces of equipment of my job. Lots of extra love being shared today, in the form of bitching and complaining, something we do best in our basement.

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Oh, so much drinking going on these days. Putting serious dents in the cash flow. But on the other hand, many successfully fun nights. My social life is in full swing.

Not to mention some ladies are popping out of the woodwork. Which is exciting, but I'm not exactly looking to rush into a relationship at this point. In fact, I'm pretty dead set against it. The term "girlfriend" is not in my vocabulary currently.

But unfortunately the loins are whispering in my ear.

And I have a sorta date tonight. By sorta I'm not really sure if its a date-date, but it is a meeting up with someone to drink Absinthe, which I was shocked to discover is now legal again!

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Other activities for this weekend include more drinking with friends coming to town, and I'm going paint balling on Sunday for the first time ever.

Finally I get to shoot people for real, sort of!

I'm totally aiming for the head.