Yeeeeeeah....I guess

The Year of Yes keeps bringing me things. Good things but man, it's still no easier to say yes. The year may teach me that it will simply never be my go-to response.

I told you that, thanks to some foolish developers, Freddy's was closing on Friday. Apparently there was a party on Saturday with performances by old standby acts from the bar playing every 8 minutes from 8:00pm on. Alex texted and told me he was headed out there if I felt like joining him and a couple of other friends. I had to think about it. I did not want to get up off the couch and yet this really was the end of Freddy's as we know it. Blah. I reminded myself that I didn't have to stay forever and I said yes.

Well, boy oh boy am I glad I did. First, I fell in love with the bartender. What was special about him? Nothing. He was, though, having a great time despite being busier than a one armed paper hanger. Also funny. Sweating balls, too. I just...wanted to mop his brow with my...undergarments. I'll be faithfully following Freddy's to Park Slope for many reasons but he's certainly one of them.

Not too long after that Alex saw a friend. That friend is an operatic tenor who sings with Opera on Tap. We moved swiftly to the back room where the performances were going on to hear that and I am telling you if you have never heard live opera in the seedy back room of a bar you need to get on that right. this. minute! Brilliant! A little Mozart, a little drinking song from La Traviata and they were happily done and I want to go see them wherever they go. One more act and I headed home. It was all of 9:30.

You know what doesn't close until 10? The new bookstore in the neighborhood. You know what my new favorite thing to do is? Drunk-buying books! Got the 4th Outlander book because it was a good price and got my first moleskine notebook at a high price because I've really been wanting one.

Walked home, had some cereal and toddled off to bed with "Yes!" ringing in my ears.