magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Unless I missed something, even I'm usually not this ambiguous:

Date: Monday, 3.33p
Subject: Re: stuffs
To: bean
From: Sonali

FYI. I have a new email address for my new life, new town and new plan.
It's [ ------------------ ]
Contact me there after June 10th.
SK

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About the time that I had written today off as being completely unproductive, around 9pm, I got a call from Erik, from work. Geoff's band was playing their first ever public show at CBGB. It started at 10, a bunch of people from the office were going to be there, did I want to come? 'Which one is Geoff again?' I asked tongue in cheek, the couple of days out of the office having presumably erased all memory of my fellow co-workers. 'Sure, I'm up for coming out.'

So I met up with them there. Sally had brought a friend with her, another cute Australian girl who I was properly introduced to, but because I'm an idiot about names, whose name I cannot now recall. Emmett had bleached his hair. No one had remembered Greg's birthday.

I got a beer. Found a seat. Watched the show. Geoff's band is not exactly my thing, but they were definitely good. And for a first-ever show? Pretty damn good. Geoff has the sort of gravelly, whiskey and cigarettes, sort of singing voice that if honed (not necessarily by way of more whiskey and cigarettes) could do really well for him. It's a Tom Waits or Johny Cash sort of voice, although musically his band's style is more bluesy hard rock.

Afterward, we headed to what they refer to as 'the rock and roll bar', actually the Three of Cups downstairs lounge. Where Monday night turned out to be karaoke night. Two mixed drinks and another beer later, after most everyone I knew had left, I made a horrible mess of Neil Young's 'Heart of Gold'. Just because I can play it on guitar doesn't mean that I can sing it. Sally's friend was still around to be underwhelmed, but soon after left with a European style kiss on each cheek. Then John.S was out. And finding myself pretty much alone at this point, I congratulated Geoff on his first show and headed home as well.

I felt a bit like the night was being cut prematurely short, it was just shy of one, but I didn't really have anyone else I could call, or anywhere else I could pop in and not just feel alone and uncomfortable. So it was back out to Brooklyn and, for a drinking night, a relatively early bedtime.