that girl allison

In late 2011, I decided to rid myself of friends who didn’t make me feel good about myself, or talk to them and explain to them that I wasn’t happy with our friendship and how I wanted it to change. That sounds demanding but it was for the best for both of us (whoever the other person happened to be). One “friend” who I made the decision to completely cut off was someone who threatened to sue me after I did a[n admittedly bitchy] thing. But no matter what you do  - short of trying to murder your friend or their family - friends don’t threaten to sue each other. Plain and simple.

Well, the latest conundrum was a guy who I met a few weeks ago - we never dated, for the record - and we hung out twice, but he always seemed to be doing it out of pity. There definitely always seemed to be somewhere he’d rather be - at least that’s the impression his body language gave me. He’s also super arrogant, which he doesn’t deny at all. “Who has the time to be modest?” he says. I’m all for being proud of one’s accomplishments but I don’t think there’s a reason to be arrogant. Well, I sick of him always acting like it was a chore to talk to me so I took him off my Gchat list and that was that.

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Last Saturday was pretty ideal as far as my Saturdays go.  Although there was really nothing special about it. 

I woke up at 9am (or somewhere around there) and did a round of yoga with the windows open, because it was beautiful out.  After showering and making lunch, I headed down to the St. James Theatre to help Matt and his friend Paul (who was visiting from LA) out with the lottery so Paul could see the show (American Idiot).  The crowd was minimal - under 50 people - and Matt, of course, was the first name called.  Matt went to work (walk-in at A Behanding in Spokane) and I ventured to Starbucks with Paul to keep him company in the hour + of downtime.  I walked around parts of midtown that I hadn’t been to in a while, and also popped into The Drama Book Shop on 40th Street before heading back up to the St. James.  I guess you could say I finagled my way in, because I ended up in the 9th row for American Idiot that day. 

Omar Lopez-Cepero was on for Ben Thompson.  Sean Wing was in Chase Peacock. 

The show was the great, the house was packed, and the audience was very into it.  I’d never seen the show from House Left before so it was interesting.  I watched [Michael] Esper a lot when I usually never do because he’s pretty stationary on the couch for most of the show.  I noticed that John Gallagher Jr. plays different chords than the ones I’ve learned in the last month for Boulevard of Broken Dreams and Wake Me Up When September Ends, and even uses a capo in one of the songs.  (Does anyone know why this is?)

After the show Paul and Matt found me on the sidewalk, and Paul said only, “Wow.  That was something special,” which are perfect words to describe American Idiot.  And not in the Special Ed way either.  In other words, he loved it.  Before I departed them, Paul hugged me and said, “Alli, you are a gem!”

I thanked him, told him it was lovely to meet him, and waved goodbye to both, happy with how I spent my day and not having wanted to do a single thing differently.  I went home to my apartment for a night in; centered, energized, and happy.