Oh, what an interesting and enjoyble night it was last night! I went to the Metropolis club in Bristol with my friend Dan to celebrate his 29th birthday. The headliners were Matt Berry & Mark Morrison.
First up was a boyish looking young woman called AMiTY who made music all on her own, often by using the same kind of live looping techniques used by Imogen Heap (but a totally different type of music though). I thought what she did was technically clever, but the actual songs themselves didn’t really click with me.
Next up was a young band, going by the name of their lead singer, Zeb Haynes. The strange thing was, they got hardly any applause after each song, but I found their songs to be really good. Really great tunes, and really good vocals.
Anyway, some funny things happened while we were there…
First of all, when we found a table to sit down at near the front side of the room, there was just one young woman sat there. She was immediately very friendly, and started chatting to us straight away. I hit it off with her immediately, and she really quickly asked me my name, and we happily chatted away about comedy such as The IT Crowd and The League of Gentlemen. She seemed really friendly and chatty and interested. She was probably one of the friendliest and happiest people I’ve ever met.
But then something strange happened.
A young man came over and sat down next to her. I quickly realised this was probably her boyfriend. But the thing is, any disappointment I might have felt quickly evaporated, because he turned out to be just like her, just as friendly and chatty and happy, and I instanly warmed to him. Actually, I think as a couple they were probably the two happiest and friendliest people I’ve ever met in my entire life, and we all chatted away about comedy and various things. We were all getting on extremely well.
But then things changed.
At some point, this couple stood up, so that they could get a better view of the stage over the top of everyones heads. Then a short while later, randomly three young women came over and asked if the seats were free. I thought there were only two of them at first, so I said “Yeah, these two are free”, thinking that we would end up with 6 of us sat round the table (4 of us, plus 2 new girls). But then all three of them sat down, and the other couple walked off.
Shit, I felt bad.
So I rushed over to the middle of the floor where they had gone to, and quickly said, “Hey, I’m sorry about that, I didn’t realise there were three of them…” and they were really nice about it. I think at this point, one of them even touched me on the arm. I honestly can’t remember whether this was the man or the woman. Anyway, just before I went back to my seat I said to the woman, “Well I hope you enjoy the rest of your night anyway,” and she was all like “Aaawww, thank you!” and gently stroked my arm! WHAT??? Why did she stroke my arm???
I walked back to the table thinking: WHAT JUST HAPPENED???
So, back at the table. Three new women sat in front of us, all being a bit silly. Two of them looked like sisters. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Are you two sisters?” She laughed and said no. A short while later they asked me to take a photo of the three of them. I asked again, “Are you SURE you’re not sisters?” They really did look like sisters.
But anyway, stood up near to us was a rather nice looking Asian woman with a white friend of hers. Occasionally she would look at me, but I’m not really all that into Asian women. Dan is though, so we discussed the idea of me telling the white girl that my friend likes her friend.
Then something funny happened!
One of the girls on our table spilled her drink in my direction. She was saying: “Sorry, sorry, sorry!…” to which Matt Berry said into the microphone: “What are you sorry about?” to which she replied: “No, I just spilled my cider on this man!” to which I said: “No, it’s alright, it didn’t really get me, most of it went on the floor…” to which there was some laughter from the crowd.
I kept wondering where the happy friendly couple were. I missed them. But then eventually I kind of forgot about them when I spotted a gorgeous blonde woman dancing by herself in the middle of the room. But after a while I lost track of her and just kept enjoying the music…
And then I did it!
I leaned over to the white girl near me and said: “Excuse me, but my friend Dan really likes your friend.” I did it as much for the buzz of doing it as I did for Dan. Nothing much happened though, and eventually a while later they walked off to a different area of the room.
But around this time, Dan really got chatting to one of the women on our table. It turned out she was German. At one point I interrupted: “Is your sister German as well?” It turned out she wasn’t. They really can’t have been sisters then. But they really looked like sisters though!
Anyway, eventually the evening drew to a close, and everyone made their way out of the building. No sign of the happy friendly couple. Oh well. But the three women from our table were stood around talking outside. Dan really wanted to chat to the German one, but he didn’t know what to say. I wanted to speak to her on his behalf, but he was really shy about me doing that. But then they started walking off down the road. I panicked, and ran after them, tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Sorry to bother you, but my friend Dan really likes you…” …to which they all started laughing… “…and could he have your number?” to which she replied: “Sorry, I’ve got a boyfriend.” Oh well, I ran back to Dan. Nevermind…
But it was all good fun. It was an exercise in confidence for me. It’s easier when you’re doing it for someone else, because you’re not the one that might get rejected.
I thoroughly enjoyed that night, and I felt really happy and confident all evening. I’m wondering whether that had something to do with all the meditating I’d been doing before I went out. You see, I meditated twice that afternoon. And they were REALLY GOOD meditation sessions, where they made me feel blissful.
Anyway, after all that, we went back to Dan’s place and chatted for a while, and then I made my way back home to Wotton. I avoided the motorway, because the monotony of motorways is a bad idea if you’re likely to feel tired. I got home about 1:30am, and finally got to bed at gone 2am.
I had a strange anxiety dream which woke me up suddenly, but I think that was just because it was really late and I’d worn myself out. Today I woke up feeling pretty good, but slightly strange, just slightly emotionally drained I think. I think things can be like that, when you have so much fun one day that you need to recover the following day.