Jesse Rivest's Blog
This blog is old and is now sealed off for historical preservation. As a result, neither new posts nor new comments are possible.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Last night was not surprising - it seemed familiar, really. It felt like a summarizing, if not typical, "evening out in Wellington" for me. I arrived at Bodega a bit early (music advertised for 9:00, but no one really shows up till 10:30 when the music actually starts) and sat alone with my pint for a long session of people watching. It was a young crowd and I was wearing my "IPood" tee-shirt, which garnered a bit of giggling and gazing, and the odd boyish comment. I was out to see a friend's band perform during university orientation week.
A jolly roundish girl advanced across the room towards me - she wanted a photo of her and I with my shirt. We posed and her friend captured the moment. I responded to her inquisitions; "No, when I chose this shirt, I wasn't thinking it would pick up all the girls." I was soon back to my beer.
At last, the music started. A tall Kiwi guy bopping beside me felt the urge to tell me, "You're looking really good tonight!" Thanks and a smile, and I bopped and dodged a little distance away from him. Neve and Deeps found me and we "danced it up" a bit - Neve from Italy, Deeps from New York. We became the Three Dancing Foreigners for the remainder of the first band's set.
During the band changing break I was approached by my new jolly acquaintance. Turns out she's from New York, too. We had a quick chat until I lost interest and she left to find her friends.
Ah, my friend's band started. A cute, smallish, Kiwi girl danced beside and in front of me for most of the set, which I found intriguing as there was more than sufficient surrounding space to warrant such proximity. In between songs I became friendly and asked her name. She looked at me with cinched lips and then decided to look away from me. I laughed and said, "It's just a name," to which she made ignoring efforts. So we kept dancing while I chuckled.
The attractive Kiwi girl against the wall with the table-cloth shirt made brief, smiling eye-contact with me several times, giggling with her friend each time afterwards. I regarded her as a mirage oasis; a trickle of roaming stags were drawn to her visibly fresh, watery surface, yet they all soon wandered disappointingly onwards in further pursuit of a guzzle. I chose to not adventure forward to determine if there actually was refreshing water at that location.
-- Back to http://www.jesserivest.com/