Planning an adventure can sometimes really work! Part One

I got off work on Friday evening with no plans in sight, and I felt strangely comfortable with this. Unfortunately this means I started off my weekend with a comfy nap, so I didn't make my braised artichoke stuffed with sun-dried tomato and ricotta as I had planned....BUT I WILL! Never fear.

Around 8:30 I hit Noel Waggener's art opening at Little City. He's a really amazing poster artist, in my opinion. It's a highbrow approach to lowbrow culture, and cool as all hell. I met some good people, too; a girl named Erin, and a few visiting from out of town who were very pleasant young men indeed.

Around 11 after a couple of plastic cups of wine and as yet no food, I made my exit and drove on down the road in search of something yet to be discovered. Somehow I ended up at the Dicks reunion show which I hadn't previously considered , because it cost too danged much.

But, my mood was propelling me and so I paid twelve bucks to get in....and promptly left, in search of I know not what (except maybe my freebie drink from my favorite Casino bartendress). On the way to Casino I unexpectedly ran into the wee clairvoyant yellow-ascot-wearing Austrian filmmaker (reference blog from early last week, and hereby to be referred to as the WCYAWAF). He was sitting with another fairly lost-looking filmmaker guy...but they were sitting all close and intimate which made me feel odd, so what do I do? I insensitively drag them both to Casino with me to sit at the bar while they drink water and watch me watch my ex-boyfriend and down whiskey and cokes...until at some point I realized that THIS was no adventure whatsoever. It was just pathetic.

So, I bid the WCYAWAF and his ambiguous buddy farewell, and tottered off back to Room 710 to get my goddamned money's worth. On the way I ate an al pastor taco. As I munched I idly wondered why I paid 12 bucks to get into the Dicks not even knowing if I would stay, but by then I had already paid and already left and come back to 710, so too little thought too late. Shrug.

I went in and Frankie's band was playing furiously and he looked adorable. That guy is the compendium of adorable anyway. He really is one of the gentlest and sweetest souls I know in this town.

I love his stage presence. He got all bloody and so I got all mama on him and warshed his wounds and chided him even though I know when I play and get blood all over my guitar I never EVER give a shit. I watched the Dicks reunion and all the people watching the Dicks reunion and it was a pretty damned good show.

Afterwards I whisked Frankie off to my house to make him sandwiches because as I said, I got all mama on his ass. I grilled up a feta-mozzerella-red-pepper-spinach-sundried tomato sandwich just for him and we sat in the living room hanging out with Cary and Emily for a while.

Then I took him back to his house and found out two fabulous things: 1) Frankie now lives in a house on the street behind me; and 2) his great roommate had a fellow staying with her that I had kind of wanted to meet even a couple of weeks ago, when I first heard about the 'Ramones and I" short documentary which was to be aired this week at the SXSW filmfest. So I went over to Frankie's and met Rusty Nails and his friend 'Tall Guy' Jason (who has obviously never met Westen, who is 7 foot 2). I really loved meeting them both; they were interested and interesting, friendly, dynamic people.

I talked with them for a while, getting all geeky and playing them the Casey Sisters and talking about loads of music and movies. I drove home (I don't know why I was driving, my house was a three-minute walk from there) and slept well with my girls by my side.

I slept well in part because I had NO idea what I was going to do today (Saturday). I figured that my evening's solo adventures could be considered a rousing success and more fun than I would have thought imaginable for planning jack-shit...so as I drifted off to sleep I resolved that the next day I would have yet MORE adventures.

And what do you know? I awoke this morning and DID have more adventures! I'll tell you about them in the morning. I've got to get some rest because tomorrow is going to be another adventure-filled day. I'm learning this because 1) I have no set plans, and 2) even if I just end up cleaning my room, I am quickly re-learning that "adventure" is merely a state of mind.

But then again, so's "drunk."
*hic*