It's interesting when you move 1,000 miles from your friends and family and find it easy to stay in touch with people, yet feel like you're living an entirely different life. In a new place: a place that is completely different then where you lived for twenty-four years. I mean: I've been to 48 states; I've taken countless, bi-coastal field studies and personal trips; I've studied in London and China; I've backpacked through a lot of European countries. Yet moving somewhere and becoming a real-life citizen is completely different.
With that said, I never in my life thought I would move south. But after this weekend, I'm beginning to discover Louisiana was an awesome choice.
So on with my weekend. It started out early, because the city got Veteran's Day off. This means I spent Thursday night out at a place called Pluckers (sounds completely different when you've been drinking) with my newly made intern friends. (I like to lower myself to the lowly interns, you know?) It was kind of nice to sit, drink, and not have to worry about getting up the next morning. It sorta reminded me of college (…not that I didn't have to get up early in college. But I was never forced to think eight hours straight – you don't know how much thinking sucks). I ended up just sleeping at my friends that night because I have to drive a lot now. I just want to take the time to point out the effects of alcohol when you don't drink much anymore. It's kind of ridiculous – and you discover that you are getting really old.
So the next morning I woke up and had the day off. This was pretty awesome. I basically did nothing, but my boss had a pig roast that afternoon so I attended. It was fun – basically because there was free food and drink. But I also got to hang out with co-workers informally, which is very difficult to accomplish at work. Afterwards, we went to a few bars before I headed home. I wasn't feeling good at all. Have you ever felt death? Well, I was feeling near this level. I am not real sure why. It probably has something to do with Louisiana. But I'll try not to blame the entire state. Instead I just took a tiny nap. That's when Mel called and said she was going to the Better then Ezra concert being held that night. I honestly was planning on sleeping – but I haven't been to a concert since probably the Eels (not including local). So I rapidly got ready and made my way to this shin-dig taking place in a tent outside a bar.
I paid my fee, and entered the tent. They had already started playing so I made my way to the front of the stage. I couldn't find my friend, but I was in a good mood - just loosing myself amongst the crowd and mellowing out. It felt good. Eventually I found Mel and her friends on the opposite side of the stage, so I went over.
The concert was awesome, except for a few aspects. One of which was the encore. I mean, the entire crowd started doing an "LSU Tigers" chant. I don't know – maybe this is the Muncianan in me, but I would have been offended. Seriously, people seemed more excited about next day's game then the concert. This is just weird – and a little disrespectful to the current players. I wouldn't have come back. Fortunately, Better then Ezra are cool people, so they came back.
Although, I remember that one time Guster told us to be quiet, and as soon as the entire place was quiet they would come back out and begin playing in silence. It sorta worked. It would have worked if people didn't come to Guster concerts trashed. But we won't go there.
I do miss Muncie concerts – local concerts. Obviously, people in Muncie can't handle Ben Folds (I agree with you Erin).
So anyway, I went home that night and slept long and hard.
The next day I bought lots of cool stuff for my apartment – cool stuff like a picture frame, computer speakers, a mirror, etc. Then I ordered pizza for myself. That's when I sat and talked to Andrea for a long time on IM. She encouraged me to get a bottle of wine. So I did. And we had a wine party over IM.
But we decided it wasn't that much fun, so I wandered downtown to see what was going on.
I went to bed
With that said, I never in my life thought I would move south. But after this weekend, I'm beginning to discover Louisiana was an awesome choice.
So on with my weekend. It started out early, because the city got Veteran's Day off. This means I spent Thursday night out at a place called Pluckers (sounds completely different when you've been drinking) with my newly made intern friends. (I like to lower myself to the lowly interns, you know?) It was kind of nice to sit, drink, and not have to worry about getting up the next morning. It sorta reminded me of college (…not that I didn't have to get up early in college. But I was never forced to think eight hours straight – you don't know how much thinking sucks). I ended up just sleeping at my friends that night because I have to drive a lot now. I just want to take the time to point out the effects of alcohol when you don't drink much anymore. It's kind of ridiculous – and you discover that you are getting really old.
So the next morning I woke up and had the day off. This was pretty awesome. I basically did nothing, but my boss had a pig roast that afternoon so I attended. It was fun – basically because there was free food and drink. But I also got to hang out with co-workers informally, which is very difficult to accomplish at work. Afterwards, we went to a few bars before I headed home. I wasn't feeling good at all. Have you ever felt death? Well, I was feeling near this level. I am not real sure why. It probably has something to do with Louisiana. But I'll try not to blame the entire state. Instead I just took a tiny nap. That's when Mel called and said she was going to the Better then Ezra concert being held that night. I honestly was planning on sleeping – but I haven't been to a concert since probably the Eels (not including local). So I rapidly got ready and made my way to this shin-dig taking place in a tent outside a bar.
I paid my fee, and entered the tent. They had already started playing so I made my way to the front of the stage. I couldn't find my friend, but I was in a good mood - just loosing myself amongst the crowd and mellowing out. It felt good. Eventually I found Mel and her friends on the opposite side of the stage, so I went over.
The concert was awesome, except for a few aspects. One of which was the encore. I mean, the entire crowd started doing an "LSU Tigers" chant. I don't know – maybe this is the Muncianan in me, but I would have been offended. Seriously, people seemed more excited about next day's game then the concert. This is just weird – and a little disrespectful to the current players. I wouldn't have come back. Fortunately, Better then Ezra are cool people, so they came back.
Although, I remember that one time Guster told us to be quiet, and as soon as the entire place was quiet they would come back out and begin playing in silence. It sorta worked. It would have worked if people didn't come to Guster concerts trashed. But we won't go there.
I do miss Muncie concerts – local concerts. Obviously, people in Muncie can't handle Ben Folds (I agree with you Erin).
So anyway, I went home that night and slept long and hard.
The next day I bought lots of cool stuff for my apartment – cool stuff like a picture frame, computer speakers, a mirror, etc. Then I ordered pizza for myself. That's when I sat and talked to Andrea for a long time on IM. She encouraged me to get a bottle of wine. So I did. And we had a wine party over IM.
But we decided it wasn't that much fun, so I wandered downtown to see what was going on.
I went to bed
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