One-night stand or no demand?

So I met a guy here last night.  And by "met a guy" I mean met a guy that I'm actually kind of into, went out with the guy, had drinks with the guy, and slept with the guy.  That's what I meant, by "met a guy."  So now I'm gonna have to retract.  I didn't in fact meet a guy.

I met a guy.  At this bar downtown.  I went there after spending the day bar-shopping.  Which is like window-shopping and bar-hopping combined... as in shopping around for a possible gig at one of these places... which was kind of a bust, I think... Right after Christmas, depressing lonely Nashville Christmas, when no one was on point or seemingly interested in answering my questions... For the most part, they've been pretty helpful down here, so far, even though a lot of the helpful advice has been-- ya want a gig?  You should play country then... Sigh... Anyway.


I went to this bar downtown after the day bar-shopping-- not looking to shop, just wanting a drink for a change.

And this guy Brandon introduces himself and I go sit with him and his friends, who were pretty cool, with some exceptions, naturally, and they were just about to leave to go to a party at one of their places, and invited me to come along.

The party was kinda nuts, I mean the people were kinda nuts, it was Brandon's friend (uhhh insert name here)'s place.  He's a musician, like everyone down here (except Brandon) and there were a lot of weird little jealousies and rivalries and weed and booze and weird sexual dynamics and mismatched seeming couples and like, in other words, a party...

But the Brandon guy- cool as hell.  And cute.  And me- wasted.  And... something... And actually, whole night- kind of a blur. 

All I remember is that at one point we were making out in the kitchen, and then, he's giving me a ride home, and, I thought we'd been flirting and like, making out in the kitchen, but, maybe I made that part up, because he just goes- "Is this your place here?... Okay, good night." 

???

Maybe it's like, a Tennessee thing?

Is that it? 

I don't know if he asked for my number even, but whether he did or not, it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference, as I currently don't have a phone. 

Actually... come to think of it... I think we made plans to hang out...

And, I don't bloody remember them for the life of me.

Goddamnit.

Really missing someone right now.

Good morning, Heartache

Wherever you go, there you are.

There you are, and there you are, and there you are again.

Words of the wise dictate that simple geography can't solve your problems, and that if you don't "work them out" (in some amorphous, intangible, ephemeral sense... what's it mean anyway?  Work it out like the tangles in your hair?  And where can one buy this psychic spray-can of detangler?) they'll just travel on with you.

But I know to go where the air is fresh.

It's fresh here.  It's cold here.  I have no family or friends here.  Just a whole lot of cowboys who want to get to know me. 

Boys, you can spare me the blues, I don't play in that key.

That's Life.

Doooo-waaaahhhh
And as funny as it seems
Some folks get their kicks
Sittin in your dreams

But I won't let it get me down
Cuz that wide old world,
She just keeps spinnin' round.

I. Explore your Surroundings.

...so here I am again in a new town.  Here I am again.  In a new town.  Again.  In a town again.
  I have uncharacteristic high-hopes for this place. 

I mean it can't possibly be worse than Utah.  (Can anything?)  Though Utah, driving through Utah as the clouds cast glorious shadows over the rolling mountains, en route to a chateau in Park City for skiing with Milo... could understandably pass for God's Country for the godfearing Mormons.

Mormons are all really really nice.

But people here in Nashville are really, REALLY, REALLY, nice.  And they drink.  And there's music. 

So I'm spending 30 out of the 200 or so I got to my name to spend tonight in a roadside motel.  Gotta at least get one good uninterrupted night's sleep before pounding the pavement and knocking at doors for employment opportunities both musical and not....

Well farewell Utah, and good night Nashville, and good night dear sweet readers.  Tomorrow I'll explore.

xo
CvD