I had intended to post something totally different today--I know you’re wondering what the hell happened between me and beloved boyfriend. When you’ve created a public persona as I have, there’s a certain degree of accountability that comes with the territory; readers follow you because they’re interested in your life, and so you can’t put stuff out there and just let it hang. I understand that, and I promise I’ll explain what happened with Mike on Tuesday. But first I want to tell you about last night.
So yesterday I wore this cute little hippie dress to work that I swear is about 10-15 years old, but every time I wear it I get compliments so what the hell. Well you know how it is when you’re wearing a cute little fat-hiding dress and your hair and face are still looking halfway decent even though you’ve been up since freakin’ 5:30 a.m. and you’re like, damn, I’m looking too hot to stay home tonight, I'd better go out and hit the town? That was me yesterday. After work I started to write the Breakup Explanation post and then around 6:30 I headed over to Green Valley Ranch casino.
I love watching live music, and the Ovation lounge at GVR is a nice little venue. The Michael Grimm band plays there at 7:00 on the Friday and Saturday nights when there’s no concert scheduled in the room, and since I’d been up since freakin’ 5:30 a.m., I appreciate the early start time.
Usually when I go out by myself, I sit in the back in the shadows. Sometimes it gets to be a pain in the ass when people keep asking you to dance. I know I shouldn’t complain—weh!—but sometimes you really just want to have a beer and enjoy the music in peace. So I found a seat in the back of the showroom and settled in. As I watched the band, I noticed a blond haired woman at a table on the floor to the left of the stage and I thought, that’s cool—she’s by herself, too.
That band is fabulous! They have a full brass section (there’s a million people on stage) and they play a wide range of music from soul to funk to Southern rock to the good ole Louisiana music that I love so much. When they started in on the beginning of Little Feat’s “Dixie Chicken,” I was like, damn, I feel like dancing. And then doesn’t the blond woman get up and mingle in with the others on the dance floor and start dancing by herself, and she wasn't dancing by herself like whackos or mentally ill or retarded people do; she was just groovin'. I thought, good for her! But part of me was like, damn, I never see chicks that are cooler than me.
A few more songs went by and when they started in with “Chain, chain, chain… chain of fools” I was like, that’s it—if she can dance by herself, so can I. So I walked up there, put my beer and pocketbook on a table where I could see them, and did me some dancin’. I danced to “Back to Louisiana,” “Aiko, Aiko,” and Al Green’s “Love and Happiness” in my cute little hippie dress and I’m telling you, it was liberating! It’s funny, that blond woman has no idea how she inspired me. You never know how just being your normal self can have an impact on people.
I had a fantastic time. I was so digging the band, the other dancers, my Friday evening beer … the whole joyful scene. I used to go out by myself all the time, and it’s amazing how easily I just slipped right back into it. You know, I haven’t been in Vegas single girl mode since I started my blog (I kept the boyfriend under wraps for months before mentioning him); I think you’ll enjoy coming along for the ride.
There’s more live music on tap for tonight. Through Facebook or Classmates or something like that, I recently connected with my old friend Kevin Bacon from grammar school. Not that Kevin Bacon. Anyway, he lives here in Vegas and is in a band that’ll be playing out on West Sahara, so that’s where I’m headed for tonight’s adventure.
It’s all good, people. The universe unfolds in divine order.