A few odd weeks ago, I got an invite to step outside of my cave for a bit. To take a bite from that bittersweet apple of life called Huntsville, AL. After my night at the Duo concert(a piece yet to be posted) I was all for it.
I miss going “oot and aboot” on a regular basis. I miss hearing good, live music. It’s the one thing this town has a good bit of. I miss having the chance of running into cool people with obviously similar tastes. I miss finding an awesome new micro brew that goes on my short list of best beer ever(This is not a common occurence in my current location but it has happened in other towns). I miss having regular, available friends who are able to go anywhere at a moments notice.
I guess I just miss living.
Which does not explain why I listened to the devils called ‘laziness‘ and ‘praticality‘ that night. Sometimes my loner tendencies override my social needs.
That is until recently. The other night I received a visit from the angels called ‘fun’ and ‘spontaneity’. They convinced me to call Wes and convince him that some live music(and beer) would be a “good idea”. That’s when he hit me with the darkside of barhopping.
It seems that last week, the week of my laziness, there was a massive barfight. Tables strewn everywhere. Seven arrests made. And he got a broken nose.
So I guess he wasn’t much up for being publicly social. Which is highly uderstandable.
We made plans to hang out later and said our goodbyes. Afterwards I began to think, ‘I’m damn glad to not have a busted nose.’ I couldn’t afford the hospital bill.
It’s funny, for once being a misanthrope worked to my advantage.
