The older I get the more amazed I am by the ability of kids today to believe they can change the world.
I was in charge of interviewing intern candidates, as I talked to each one I realized they each had this exuberance about them. They were so excited to learn anything and everything about the tv business.
I remember being there, wanting to be a sponge and soak up all the world had to offer. After spending a few years getting beat up in the business I lost that feeling.
Although after talking to these kids, it was starting to come back to me.
Their energy was contagious! It made me want to rethink my life and how I approach pretty much everything.
I need to go at whatever it is I am doing with no holds barred. We'll see how long that lasts.
After work, it was off to happy hour with Mr. Wonderful's mom. We met at a Mexican place for margaritas very close to our favorite 'hole in the wall'.
Anytime we get close to the 'hole in the wall' we end up stopping by for a few minutes or a cocktail whichever comes first, and tonight was no different.
After a few margaritas, quesadilla, and guacamole our bellies were full and we set out to our favorite place.
It was crowded but thanks to the kindness of a stranger, we were able to get a few seats.
A guy in a cowboy hat got up and showed us to a few seats in the corner and allowed us to get past him to sit there.
Once we sat down I noticed a guy wearing an eye patch standing at the bar directly behind the cowboy. I couldn't help but laugh a little to myself as I heard the joke starting to form in my head... 'a cowboy and a pirate walk into a bar'.... ha ha. I didn't know what the punchline was, maybe there doesn't have to be one.
The cowboy offered to buy us a drink since he blocked us into a corner. It was a nice gesture, but he actually did us a favor getting us seats, so it didn't make much sense to me, but who were we to complain about a free drink.
We decided on a beer and kicked back to listen to the live music.
Mr. Wonderful's mom started in, 'he's kind of cute right?' 'I wonder what's going on underneath that cowboy hat? Do you think he has bad hair or he's bald?' 'you should chat with him'
She is relentless sometimes, but she pushes me a little outside my comfort zone and for that I am thankful.
So we chatted up the cowboy, and before too long he asked me to dance.
With the exuberance of youth in the back of my mind, I agreed even though I was wearing a pair of 4 1/2 inch platform stiletto's. 'Only if you're gentle with me, I could break my ankle in these shoes'.
He agreed and off we went, swing dancing to an Elvis song I think. I made it through unscathed and we went back to the table to chat a little bit more.
I found out he's a midwestern boy who has been out here for 11 years. He came out for school. I'm no math genius but I'm getting pretty good with these calculations this past year and my guess is he's about 29 years old.
I suppose I shouldn't complain about guys 10 years younger than me trying to pick me up but it is a little frustrating.
Before too long the band took a break and my eyelids started to get heavy. It was 9 p.m. (boy does that sound lame) and I was tired. It has been a long week and I needed to get home.
As we were getting up to take off, the cowboy gave us each a rose that he bought from a roaming flower salesperson that makes their way in and out of bars all night long.
I always ignore those guys, and so do the people I am with, but it was a nice gesture from the cowboy for several reasons. He was helping out the poor guy who works really hard for his money, and that he thought to give us a flower.
Then he asked for my number. Since I am all about living to the fullest I gave it to him.
I called the BFF on the way home to firm up our plans for tomorrow and told her about the events of the evening including my calculations on his age. She said 'he could be 30'
To which I replied '29, 30 does it really matter?'
She quickly retorted with 'well at least it doesn't start with a 2'
sigh
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