High Water to Dripping Springs
Recently, I joined a baby boomers meetup group in an effort to meet people and have some folks my own age to play with. I like singer songwriter music so I rsvp to attend a festival in a local town. A short appointment took longer than expect so I arrived an hour late.
On the drive to the event I crossed two low water crossings, the second of which was a little too high for my comfort level. Onset anxiety creeps in with fears that it’ll rain while I’m at the event and the water will get even higher, too high for my little compact car to wade through and I need to take that road to get work. Add to that I’m going to walk into an establishment alone to meet total strangers. The place was mildly crowed, the singers were good and the bar had only Waterloo sparkling water. I’ve become addicted to Topo Chico in glass bottles..a sparkling mineral water from Mexico. Tingles the tongue and is super refreshing on a hot day, which today was not. So, I guess the Waterloo wasn’t a loss after all. The place was a converted old gas station. Very cool.
I listen. I like what I hear. One older musician was pretty funny and a good picker. The chick on the opposite end from him sang well, had a distinctive voice and wrote interesting lyrics.
The music stops and the listeners rise to leave. No bueno for me. I don’t see the people I’m to meet and I don’t like unnecessary crowds so I book it out of there. I think about perusing the mercy table but I don’t need or want another t-shirt.
It doesn’t occur to me to buy a CD of the female singer I liked until I am in the parking lot getting into my car and hear the announcer explain how much more money the musicians get from a cd sale versus downloads. I sit in my car and ponder going back. My gut clinches and I think about that high water I have to cross and I chicken out...not on the high water, on going back in. The high water was still high. Obviously I made it through. I have an adventurous spirit much like I have the soul of a musician...I love doing new things, meeting new people, singing, I just suffer from crippling anxiety when I try to do those things, especially the first time and by myself. I’m sure I miss out on lots of interesting experiences, but hey...today wasn’t a total waste. I have a new library card and I wrote this blog post. Now, I have to go to work for a few hours.
On the drive to the event I crossed two low water crossings, the second of which was a little too high for my comfort level. Onset anxiety creeps in with fears that it’ll rain while I’m at the event and the water will get even higher, too high for my little compact car to wade through and I need to take that road to get work. Add to that I’m going to walk into an establishment alone to meet total strangers. The place was mildly crowed, the singers were good and the bar had only Waterloo sparkling water. I’ve become addicted to Topo Chico in glass bottles..a sparkling mineral water from Mexico. Tingles the tongue and is super refreshing on a hot day, which today was not. So, I guess the Waterloo wasn’t a loss after all. The place was a converted old gas station. Very cool.
I listen. I like what I hear. One older musician was pretty funny and a good picker. The chick on the opposite end from him sang well, had a distinctive voice and wrote interesting lyrics.
The music stops and the listeners rise to leave. No bueno for me. I don’t see the people I’m to meet and I don’t like unnecessary crowds so I book it out of there. I think about perusing the mercy table but I don’t need or want another t-shirt.
It doesn’t occur to me to buy a CD of the female singer I liked until I am in the parking lot getting into my car and hear the announcer explain how much more money the musicians get from a cd sale versus downloads. I sit in my car and ponder going back. My gut clinches and I think about that high water I have to cross and I chicken out...not on the high water, on going back in. The high water was still high. Obviously I made it through. I have an adventurous spirit much like I have the soul of a musician...I love doing new things, meeting new people, singing, I just suffer from crippling anxiety when I try to do those things, especially the first time and by myself. I’m sure I miss out on lots of interesting experiences, but hey...today wasn’t a total waste. I have a new library card and I wrote this blog post. Now, I have to go to work for a few hours.
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