Well I've been on some of my first nights out during my stint in LA. And I've just realized the old problem of going out on your own. How to stand and where.
After arriving at a venue to see three bands. I head straight to the bar. It's early but I've been told to get there early to avoid the que. I avoided it but is seems so did everyone else. I have my drink. Now where to stand ? Left hand side or right hand side? Back or front? Or absolutely central to everything? I decide on right back I have no idea why perhaps there was a girl I liked the look of there? Perhaps there was a boy I didn't like the look of at the left back side - I can't remember. ( The next night I found an new option - standing leaning against a doorway). So I take a sip of my Corona, look around, scratch my face and erm take another sip and look at my bottle inquisitively as if to say 'hmmm how much have I got left'. Place if down by my side look behind me, check my phone for someone might be texting me saying 'i'll be there in 10 minutes' (I'm not expecting anyone for another 2 hours) and have another sip. Of course by this amount of time I have to check how much drink is in my glass again as I've forgotten.
Later I have added, pushing my fringe over, moving one leg across the other and back again and checking how much money is in my pocket as other things to do between sips. Also I've added folding my arms and one hand in my back pocket as ways of standing. And finally the first band come on I'm saved for half an hour and can now use the time inbetween bands to go and pee/get another drink.
However I get more anxious as the last band finishes as the club is on after and there is no where to hide there. I'm going to have to either sit on my own or stand at the edge of the dancefloor staring at the persons on the dancefloor like some sort of sinister Simon Cowell waiting to give judgement on their so-called dance moves. 'You know you've just done my favourite move...and now I hate it'. Also there are not enough people on the dancefloor to guard me from prying eyes of others viewing the dancefloor shenanigans what if I score a 7....out of 100 by their judging system. I'll have to leave the dancefloor in shame. Then I spot someone I know and now talk instead of keep my mouth shut, move instead of being static, swig instead of sip and dance instead of being motionless. So if you see someone on their own at a club/bar/gig please don't be a stranger. Then again if somone starts talking to me I immediately think I'm going to get stabbed but that's for another blog.
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