[in the stereo: a ’90’s mix CD]
Since I’m such a diva at multi-tasking, I’m going to write my article while I talk about it here…
My editor calls me up Friday afternoon. He never really calls unless it’s something last-minute that he needs. Usually it’s just emails about what I’m writing that week, which, for this week, I’ve already turned in. He says, “Hey Kari, what are you doing this weekend?”
I think for a second, consider the fact that all the partying done this week was on Wednesday for the 4th. I was supposed to go to The Boston with Kim and check out some friends’ bands. “Nothing, really. Why?”
Bad question. Bad, bad question. It turns out all the stories that were going to be done this weekend fell through. Even the backup stories. So that means I’m left, as the Local Music Bitch, to go to the Battle of the Bands at Gameworks and write a 600-word article on it. Either I can write a scathing criticism if it’s that bad, or talk to people and criticize, either way.
Fine, I’ll do it. Maybe I’ll spend some money and play some video games. I call friends, see who’s available– nobody. Usually I’ll bring someone along with me to my little events, both for moral support and for the fact that sometimes it helps to have another set of eyes there, to kind of confirm things.
I had to go it alone, however. In a way, I’m glad I did. I haven’t had a Me night in awhile. I still don’t want to write the article, however. But I’m doing it.
I got there ten minutes late, partially because of Strip traffic and partially in the hope that musicians never start on time. They did start on time at this event, and I walked in in the middle of The Kill’s set, which really didn’t do anything for me except give me a headache, make my ears bleed, and gave me motivation to enjoy it all from the over-21 loft. Said loft being where I could drink in peace.
I enjoy a nice Smirnoff Ice as the event continues. One of the local poets, Renee, is emceeing, so I know at least one person there. I don’t even see any familiar faces from any local acts, which made my heart sink. Of course, looking at the flyer, I only recognize one of the band names, and I’d never heard them so I wasn’t sure what I was in for.
Surprises and headaches, that’s what I was in for.
I drank the Ice faster than I should have. Not that I wanted to get buzzed. I just happened to get to that point.
Renee saw me, and recognized me, and she moved upstairs to hang out with me while bands were playing and I could get some information about how things were going with the event, which was cool. See, it’s much more helpful to get information from people you’ve met before. They’re much more apt to vent on you. Renee wasn’t venting, however. She just made me feel more comfortable being there, since I look about 14 and was getting carded every five minutes. Most of the crowd was definitely under 18, which in a way is good that the kids are supporting the scene. The older crowd, however, was mostly absent, probably somewhere not as kid-friendly.
I watched. I went to the bathroom, got a margarita, slurped it down and became more buzzed than I should have been while watching more bands and spending the $5 game card I got at the door when I paid the cover on playing House of the Dead. I think the alcohol enlightened my experience.
All the while I took notes on all the bands, just in case I would forget, which I wouldn’t. But it made me look all journalist-like, so I had to play my part.
Towards the end, my boyfriend tried to call me, but I had absolutely no reception, so he had to leave a message. A very sad message. He hadn’t seen me all day and wanted to say hi and maybe do something. But I was having very valuable Me time, and thinking about him, so I’d have to call him back tomorrow when it wasn’t so late.
Plus I was still coming down from the buzz, which wouldn’t have been good because I’m quiet when I’m buzzed until someone talks to me, and then my tongue slips like a fish through my fingers. I was probably bound to say something really dumb. Not that I’m not used to that, especially in front of famous people.
Afterwards, when I was sober again, I talked to quite a few people about the show and about who’s doing what demos, and specifics about the show; and I even talked to an out-of-towner about reading my article online. Without even realizing it, I was schmoozing. I’m getting there.
I went outside, where it was a very gray sky, and humid. I tried calling people to meet me at Crown and Anchor; no go. So I went alone. More Me time. I was in the mood for chicken curry. I ate, and read a chapter out of Catch-22, and it was nummy. And I went home, and checked my email, and went to bed.
Me time is good. I need to do that more often. But I need to finish my article now.