Rockstar wannabee
So, every once in a while I decide to live the rockstar lifestyle. I apparently decided that last night was my night. My volleyball team won the league championship and I was instrumental in planning an outing to celebrate. First we gathered at the cafe/pub in the fitness center to enjoy $2 beer night to wait for everyone while they changed and showered. Then we moved on to a little dive bar around the corner. I think they saw us coming a mile away because they "created" a table for in a backroom, away from the rest of the crowd. Now, when I go out and see a group of people laughing and having a good time I'm always intrigued and secretly want to be a part of that group. I just assume everyone feels that way. I'm guessing that most people don't because we cleared the room pretty quickly. I got to chatting with one of my teammates, Pete, and before we knew it everyone was ready to leave. Well, Pete and I got a second wind and decided to head to a third bar in the Mission. Martuni's is a piano bar, not one of those dueling piano places - more like a lounge piano bar. The woman playing the piano has a beautiful voice (apparently she studied opera for a while) and allows anyone to join her. I did not partake in the singing festivities, but it was great fun. Around 1am we decided to leave and I realized that I need to be a little more sober before driving myself home. Thankfully Pete lives around the corner and has a comfy couch that I crashed on for a while. I got home at 4:30am - WHAT WAS I THINKING? I'm 31 years old and my body can't even handle nights like that on a weekend when I have time to recover. Today I'm thinking back on last night with a grin on my face. I loved hanging out with everyone and being spontaneous. But, this will be the last time that I pull something like that on a school night for a long time.
posted by Heidi @ 2:07 PM
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