August 27, 2008, 1:32am:
In a jazz club on Houston and Allen, I’m already driving myself crazy with the thoughts on what I was thinking about a title for this post. Now that I’ve taken so long, I have to waste your time with two sentences of trying to remember.
So: sorry, I was thinking about enriched. Here it is! And I tweet: at a jazz club on Tuesday night-why not?
Tonight was spontaneous: decided to go to the PIT for Comic Book Club to catch up with Tina since I haven’t seen her in forever, and this party moved from there to a jazz club at the aforementioned club, arguing crappy comic art, five of us crammed in a Nissan smoking out of a one-hitter on our way down. Jahfurry is the only of us that I know. The girl is a friend of a friend from home. She’s wowed me, all on a pretense to come to a jazz club and have a listen with a car full of total strangers. In the four years here, I’ve never been to jazz club. Real shame, I like the music.
I’ve been too afraid to head out of my comfort zone; the girl likes going out of the comfort zone hanging with total strangers. Why would she do that? None of the conforming girl exterior would suggest that she would do that kind of thing. I say exterior because she touts she’s in finance, but writes introspective life stories for Blackbook. Just cause she can, and now that she’s gotten this prize she wonders what else she can do with her life, but she’s not dependant on these matters. She’s okay with what she has, so, unlike me, she’s not restless. She thinks she can write at her leisure and it’ll magically see print. Perhaps that’s something I need to realize: I’m trying too hard, which was always a criticism of me, even though I have no problems getting published in a couple of outlets.
So tonight she took a chance and hung out with four total strangers, and I just went with it too. That’s one of the things that I’ve been challenging myself with lately, just going with it and doing whatever I want on any given night after doing the stuff that I should be doing.
I’m listening to this wonderful music and hanging with interesting people on a Tuesday night. I’m just smiling at the entire scene in front of me, there is only about eight of us in the bar. I don’t think the place could hold more than twenty people but there are people smoking outside and women looking in the window and kids playing Frisbee on the Houston median, and “Barricuda,” being played by the band.
That seems to be the goal of this trip around the globe–to be enriched. Everything I’m doing now pushes me to being enriched, and this experience has definitely enriched my life.
