Most of the memorial days of the past several years, I have had to work. This year, I had the day off. So I was all excited. The times when I had to work, there were always great parties, cookouts, shows, etc. going on. It seemed like I was missing out on the “party of the year”. So guess what? This year when I have off, there is nothing worthwhile happening. LAME.
But the weekend all-in-all wasn’t bad. Friday though, I didn’t go out. I had to take my mom to the hospital. She’s doing better. She recently had shingles, and some people have excruciating pain and unbearable itchiness weeks, months, or years afterward. She was absolutely screaming in pain. I felt so horrible that I couldn’t take that pain away for her. She said the pain is the worst pain she’s ever felt – even more severe than childbirth. She has permanent nerve damage and her eye is messed up. She also has red scars that might never completely go away. I hate illnesses so much.
Saturday, I saw Lennex at the Recher Theatre. They are always great. But hardly anyone was there for them, which I found odd. Then I realized it was because everyone apparently decided to go out of town for the weekend, yet no one I actually knew was out of town. So where was everyone? There were a bunch of people there for the band that went on right before Lennex, a band called Ashes Remain. You’d think they were a hardcore band by the name, but they were somewhat of a jam band with more mainstream appeal. The Ashes Remain fans that stuck around for Lennex actually seemed pretty impressed, which was awesome considering the two different styles and the fact that they really seemed like they were just there for the band they came to see.
Sunday, my friend Adam and I went to a bunch of different bars. Hardly anyone we knew was out. It wasn’t until we went to the Depot that we had an awesome time. I got to see some people I hadn’t hung out with in a while. I only had two drinks – an amaretto sour (which is what I almost always order these days) and a vodka martini with some of the nicest, biggest olives I’ve ever had. I had them at the Club Charles (which is right by the Depot). The martini really snuck up on me because I was feeling “nice” the rest of the evening!
A friend of mine, Dave, was in town and I missed him. It sucked! He was at the Rec Room after Lennex but I had already left. He lost his phone and didn’t have my number anymore. When my other friend Dave called me to tell me he was there, I called but his number had been changed. By the time I finally got a hold of him, it was Sunday night and he had to get up early the next morning to drive back to North Carolina. He’s a soldier now, so I don’t know when I will see him again. He’s one of those awesome people that I’d talk to forever about stuff. It’s always the quality people that go away.