Throwing all sanity and inhibition to the wind is an exhilarating experience. Because these moments are few and far between for me these days, when they happen, they happen in a big way. Thus was the case last night when I joined my coworkers for a mini music fest at Siberia. My buddy Joe was in the first band, Shotgun Wedding. I was very impressed with them and they got my blood pumpin'. Next up...The Legendary 10oz...that's right, comprised solely of Hard Rock servers banning together to create an authentic musical experience that ROCKS!!! This is when my alter ego, we'll call her Libby, decided to make an appearance. I joined the ranks of my fellow employees and began dancing like a crazy woman. I didn't care what anyone thought and soon others joined in. This went on for the entire 10oz set. I took a short break to catch my breath while the Adrenals set up (my friend, Bethany's band). As soon as the music started I was right back in there. I think, together with Legendary 10oz members, Aaron, Cliff and Josh we created a vortex of dance energy that transcended a parallel universe. At one point I had so many endorphins I had chills all over, up and down my spine. Too much fun I tell ya.
The night ended. Along with everyone else, I was drenched in sweat, and although I was tired, I was on such a high. Who needs drugs or alcohol and why would you want that shit to ruin this feeling. Can't beat it...well, maybe one other thing can beat it, but it's a close second.
I think what would have made the night 'perfect' is if I had been one of the performers...if I had a band, and we rocked. Maybe one day I'll finally have the courage to make that dream a reality.
Speaking of parallel universes...
Work has been crazy lately. All manner of life forms have wandered through Times Square and right into Hard Rock. I can't even begin to tell you everything, but here's a few key words and phrases and I'll let your imagination run wild: stolen credit cards, Fleet Week, "My TEETH! You threw away my teeth", NYPD, groups of 200-300 teenagers, asthma attacks, ambulances, more NYPD, and one little person in charge...me.
The missing teeth was the highlight, a blog wouldn't do it justice. It's too funny, starting with the Russian server with a dry sense of humor to the crazy old lady digging through the trash, sobbing one second and screaming the next. An experience I'll never forget.
With all this said, I'm now going to take a nap and rest my sore body. Obviously the dancing took a toll. Guess I'm not a teenager anymore.
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