surprisingly pleasant evening

Last night I saw one of my favorite bands to see live. They’re from Dewey Beach, and they’re called Love Seed Mamma Jump. Last night they played at the Clarendon Grille, great bar. I was standing up front the whole time, dancing my little heart out. (My legs hurt SO badly today!) Definitely check them out, if you can. They play in Arlington, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Delaware, Dewey, and I think a few other places.

After running into a neighbor (not the ex, thank God), my friends and I suddenly found ourselves surrounded by the neighbor and his coworkers (all guys), who happened to be flirting a little – all slightly cute, really funny, smart, nice guys. Neighbor boy was not flirting, thank goodness. The last thing I need is another one of those. So basically, we’re all getting good man attention. Excellent surprise.

We’re all dancing, and of course I’m in front ogling the band. Then this guy comes and stands right in front of me, dancing like crazy, totally blocking my view. He was clearly enjoying the band. (I realize that I’m switching between past and present tense, but it works for my writing, so you just have to deal with it.) I was slightly miffed that he cut in front of me like that, but he was trying to get the crowd more excited. Then a girlfriend bet me a dollar to grab his ass. So easy. Typical dollar bet. Needless to say, I went home with an extra dollar in my pocket last night. The guy turned around and couldn’t figure out who had done it, so he danced a while longer, then went back with his friends. I never saw his face b/c I avoided eye contact when he turned around.

About 20 or 30 minutes later, he taps me on the shoulder and says he was told that I’m the girl who grabbed him. (Apparently he had some nark friend behind us.) I claimed I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I didn’t make it difficult for him to see through my ruse. He apologized for cutting in front of me, but said he totally loves the band. Me, too! So we sang along and danced together for the rest of the night, and he got my phone number. He was pretty cute. Very preppy, but cute. Big blue eyes and dimples. Yum.

I didn’t look at my watch until the band’s third set was over. 1:15am. Yikes! I can barely stay awake until 11 these days!!! Then we went to IHOP for some delicious biscuits and gravy, which were perfect. So I didn’t get home until 2:15. And now I am paying for my night. The fatigue just hit me, my legs are killing me, and my throat hurts from all the singing and yelling. Excellent night, though.

So tonight Staci and I are going to hear some guy play at a bar in Chinatown. Sunday will be bocce ball, then we’re seeing another guy play/sing that night, after West Wing, of course.