Last night saw the emergence of an old character. The social butterfly materialized and I was reduced to a handshake and a winning smile. Exempting of course the camera, slung around my neck like an albatross.
Cast out into an ocean of faces I was taken aside and asked, early on, to be an unofficial photographer in exchange for free drinks.
Colour me interested!!
Then again, I’d have walked around with a kick me sign to get to free drink. Not that I knew at this point it was as free as it turned out to be.
I get to the bar and I’m greeted by a delightful looking barmaid. I ask her the question, handing her the token, “What restriction does this have?” – I’m in return given a reply that almost made me weep. “None, what are you having?”
I’ll not lie, of course I’ve been happier. The point however, is that this night had changed beyond my expectation and turned into something skirting the hem of euphoric.
I ran the mile taking photographs of everything – band, broads and bouncers.
I chucked back more free spirit than I was showing and came to the band room at the back, exchanged my card with people and then left.
I woke up as the daylight vision of myself. Not at odds with anything. Not a single hairline of negative feeling.
I’ve not been this content after such a heavy night in a long time and I have only Nightingale to thank. Though she wasn’t there when I woke, I was still given the greatest chance at a glorious, sun worshiping sunday.
Filed under: Drinking, Existence, Friends, Happy, Nightingale, Strangers, connection, music, nights out, solitary
