Sunday, June 6, 2010
A Saturday Night
Tonight was pretty great. I was at a gig with some of my best friends. We pretty much did what we always do.
We danced around like lunatics!
The venue was over crowded and we had a couple of, rather tipsy, "matured", ladies pushing us around trying to claim the area for themselves. But we didn't let that bother us. It was nothing but super serious fun times, and constant laughter for us.
People must think we are completely crazy though. We have developed a repertoire of "interpretive" dance moves. Which are usually danced to rockabilly or 60's type R&B music. Everyone else is bopping or jiving or twisting or just moving in an appropriately rhythmic sway type dance. Not us don't be ridiculous. We're doing the "I Lost My Shoe But I have a book" dance. Yes it is as amazing as it sounds!
For some reason I didn't take a single photo. And I was lugging Rosie in my little handbag all night. Not that it's the heaviest camera around, or even the heaviest camera I own. But I think I should get myself something a little smaller for carrying around in my handbag. I don't actually enjoy torturing myself.
After the gig I caught the train to get home, as I usually do. But tonight I was really really tired. I didn't get more than an hours sleep last night.So by the time I got on the train I was completely drained. Obviously everyone on the train could see I was a little worse for wear.
There was a guy sitting across from me a couple of seats down. He started to ask me something "excuse me". He was polite enough but I still thought that I was just going to get harassed for money or something. The usual reason someone starts out polite on the train. Either that or they are going for a last attempt at getting lucky for the night. But I was wrong.
"Excuse me" I look toward the guy "is everything alright...are you okay" I was actually shocked, I could tell that he was genuinely concerned. "I hope your okay. I don't like seeing people upset. You look as if you've had a hard time". This guy wasn't threatening to look at but I didn't expect he would be so sweet. " No, I'm fine. I'm just tired. Thank you though" is all I could think of saying.
He sort of just smiled and looked away but then said he didn't know if he believed me. So he started telling me to "never take negativity or discrimination to heart...just send it back, with love"
Some other people got on the train and were listening to him and started talking with him about what he had been saying. And then he turned back to me and said "your beautiful, don't worry about negative people...this is for you"
And he started playing a song on his didgeridoo.
Everyone on the now packed train instantly stopped talking, and whatever else, and just listened. He made everyone in the carriage smile, so we all cheered and applauded. The train pulled in to the city and he said "thank you" with a smile and everyone got off the train.
I wish I took a photo!