I never go out anymore.
Having to be happy, outgoing, friendly and bubbly 40 hours a week, with barely a break, can wear a person out.
Add to that another 12 hours a week on the road, fighting construction and traffic, and you can begin to see why, if I’m not working, I want to be home, on the couch, not talking, not smiling, not energetic.
But this week I went out.
Wednesday night the Dave Matthews Band was playing at an outdoor theater in St. Louis. My hubby loves Dave Matthews and has been covering a few of his songs at some recent gigs. So when he heard he was in town, we immediately bought tickets. I was scheduled to work at 6am the day after the concert, but since I managed to switch with a co-worker, I decided to go with him.
After a trip to Bandana’s for some good BBQ, we headed over to the arena. We’d gotten lawn seat tickets, so we grabbed our rental chairs and found a great spot. I’d heard stories about how fun Dave’s fans can be, but it seemed like people were well behaved. Then again, the sun was still up at that time.
Brandi Carlile opened for Dave. We loved her! She shows up occasionally on our favorite Pandora station, so we’ve heard her before, and thought she put on a great show.
The sun was setting when Dave came out. Coincidentally, that’s when the doobies came out. The haze that settled over the crowd was pretty impressive. I’m pretty sure I got high. I mean, I was able to stand through the concert, after standing all day at work. I even smiled occasionally, and talked a little with the people we were with. I must have been on something.
The concert ended about 11:30pm. I’d been up since 4am, so I was beginning to wither. We headed to the car and sat in the exit line for well over an hour. When we finally got moving, everyone anxiously stepped on the gas, then lurched to a stop. Too late however. The car behind me managed to stop, but the 5 cars behind him plowed in to each other. Bam, Bam, Bam, Bam, Bam…. I think those sounds will be ingrained in my mind for a while. I doubt anyone was hurt, and I was so thankful I wasn’t involved. As fun as the concert was, I was ready to be home.
I finally crawled into bed at 2am, 22 hours after waking that day. I think I was asleep before I hit the pillow. It was incredibly fun, but I was beat.
I awoke at 7:30am on Thursday, and hit the road running. Literally. I went for a run and actually made it the full 4 miles. Surprised myself even.
Then….. my daughter has been asking me to take her to Alladin at The Muny in Forest Park. She just finished the County production of the play and wanted to see the ‘professionals’ do it.
So when she woke, I asked her if she would like to go. We left the house at 4pm to make the 8pm show. We didn’t have tickets so getting there early was key to getting the free seats. We brought sandwiches and snacks and picnicked with the ants while waiting in line.
The show was awesome, and the line getting out of that performance wasn’t nearly as bad, but it was still 1:30am before I crawled into bed.
…. completely worn out once again.
I decided it best to pass on a morning run in favor of sleep, especially since I had to work til 9pm Friday night.
I’m happy that I forced myself to go out and have a good time. I’m sad that my job is seemingly sucking the fun out of my non-work life.
It’s now Saturday night. I arrived home from work at 9pm, and I’ve settled comfortably on the couch. Hubby had 2 gigs this weekend and is now out enjoying a different band with a friend of his. I’m happy that I’m not dragging him down.
I have yet to tell you all the sequel about how my current hotel job came about and the lessons I’ve learned from it. I’m stalling because I’m afraid to dwell on things that really can’t be changed at this point. I’ll be sharing soon though. I’m in need of some writing therapy.
Til then, I’ll keep focusing on the good times…..