Last night I went out with some folks from my crazy group. We went to a soul food bar and restaurant. There was a band with a lead guitarist who played a lot like Santana. Only more jazzy and outside. Basically they laid down a groove and this guy would jam out. Sometimes they played tunes and he and a singer would sing.
Anyway, we’d been there a couple weeks before, and they told me to bring my horn next time I came, so I did. I sat in on a couple of tunes and had a great time. I thought I did pretty well both times, but I was a little more relaxed on the second tune. I must have really wailed because the band leader came back and made a big fuss about kicking me off the stage, as if he let me stay, I’d take over the evening, or something. Then, everyone was high fiving me and my buddy even said I done good even though he’s about as critical as I am. Someone even came and gave me a tip. Woohoo!
I even got my hug, later on in the evening, from another member of our group. Nothing like a hug from a beautiful young woman to lift the spirits of an old horn player like myself.
Plus, people have been liking my stories lately. I participate in a number of groups where everyone gets a turn to talk about this or that. Not just being crazy, but writing or dancing or politics or whatever. I use these as opportunities to practice making up instant stories, based on topics I may or may not have thought about. If I have thought about them, it has only been for five or ten minutes at most, while other people are talking. Usually I try not to think while others are talking.
It’s been going well, though. I find I say things that people seem to appreciate. I can tell because other people pick up on what I say and continue on that theme for the rest of the circle. People keep referring back to the things I said. Very validating.
So it’s been a couple of weeks like this. Long enough to make me worry. I feel like having a good time always gets you cocky and then, before you know it, people start being mean, just to make up for being nice. But, I’m enjoying it while it lasts. Lord knows I’ve had enough of the opposite over the last few years.