At work today I realized, once again that I have a pretty cool job.
Before the show I walked into the studio to put my lunch in the fridge and a band we had on the show was doing a sound check.
As I opened the refrigerator door, I thought to myself, wow… these are guys people pay money to see. They probably have some pretty big fans, and I’m about 25 feet away from them.
Not too shabby.
I had two passes to go watch them play at a local bar for Cinco de Mayo but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was finals week and I knew there would be a lot of drunk young college students there, and I knew I would get irritated in a hurry.
Not to mention, it’s already starting to get hot so that would only make matters worse. Strike three?? It was a school night.
There was a time when none of those things mattered… but not any more.
I ran some errands after work and headed home, I hadn’t been in the door more than 5 minutes when the BFF called.
‘We’re going for sushi, want to join us?’
I was exhausted and I just walked in but I was in the mood to not be in… so I agreed.
It’s funny because earlier in the day our director said she had worked out a pretty good plan for these types of holidays.
‘For St. Patty’s Day we go to a Mexican restaurant, and for Cinco de Mayo we go to the Irish restaurant.’
I have to admit I thought it was a genius plan, and there I sat on Cinco de Mayo eating sushi.
Is this what life will be like after 40? Do you stop going out because you know you’ll get irritated on a work night?
I suppose it is better than acting like an aging college student… ala ‘Old School’.
The bottom line is, I was perfectly happy going home, but I would have liked to listen to some live music from the band. Somewhere there must be a compromise… maybe it’s sitting in my backyard with a margarita and the stereo on.