Last night I tried to force sleep to my overstimulated brain but I couldn’t stop replaying the events of the final three Phish shows of the year. From the 50 Broadway dancers that made a surprise appearance during the Meatstick and the return of the infamous hot dog to the deafening roar of the crowd and colorful balloons that descended at midnight, Phish had a spectacular run at the Garden. I should be fully recovered by the end of the week.
I feel as though I put a lot of pressure on myself before these shows to find a handsome hippy in the crowd. And maybe it’s because I want to prove to myself that I’m over the ex, but this year in particular, I felt as though I was on a mission. I didn’t want another countdown to pass without a smooch partner and so I danced in the aisles, tried my best to look approachable, and made some sex eyes. Long story short: when you have high expectations, you’ll ultimately wind up feeling disappointed.
Not a way to start off the new year.
But a few awesome things did happen over the course of those three nights. I met one of the guys I’d been talking to from Match.com at the NYE show. Though I wanted to randomly grab someone from the crowd to make out with (I’m classy like that), I told him where I was standing and he hung out with me for the third set. Sadly, the chemistry wasn’t there for me but he was lovely and sweet and he gave me a gentle squeeze as the clock struck midnight. I got a phone number from a guy I was very physically attracted to (we were dancing side by side) and we’ve already exchanged emails. And just as I was about to give up on Match.com*, I was contacted by three relatively normal guys. One of them even lives in my town, attended the NYE Phish show, and we have tentative plans to meet for drinks. I gotta say, 2011 is looking good so far.
*The reason for this being that I was contacted by a guy who lives in Bumblefuck, PA, who used the words “crusty horse penis” in an email. The context really isn’t relevant. Who does that?
So I didn’t make out with a random stranger at midnight. Is it really that important? I was surrounded by friends and I had a wonderful time. I’m tired of beating myself up because society dictates how I should be living my life (down to who I should be doing and when I should be doing them). It’s that same logic that nearly forced my happily ever after with the wrong person. Thank GOD I didn’t make that mistake then and I refuse to make it now.
Happy 2011 to you all. I hope that you continue to surround yourselves with love and light, good friends, and fine music.
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