So yesterday, NYE, I had to make plans a, b, c, and even d. All within two hours. It was cray.
Plan A: Stay with my mom, her bff, and her bff’s mother at the brand new Embassy Suites, get all fancy and party downtown. Those were nixed b/c her bff’s mother struggles with orientation in her old age and they thought it would be too hard on her.
Plan B: Party it up with the girlz @themanicamper and have sleepover party at embassy suites. Those were also nixed due to unfortunate circumstances. Poor Amber slipped on the ice and dislocated her knee, so as she said, “Ummmm not sure I will be going anywhere tonight!!”
Plan C: Call all my single girl friends in amarillo and see if they would wanna be fancy and spend the night with me. No such luck, because as it turns out, I don’t have any.
Plan D: Reserve a single barstool at the Esquire Jazz club and enjoy a relaxing slumber by myself at the hotel. This turned out to be the perfect plan.
Not only did I get to have a complimentary happy hour at the Embassy Suites and share a delicious meal with my family at Macaroni Joes, but I also got to listen to killer tunes by Patrick Swindell and the Esquire Jazz Band, ran into an old family friend, Sheryl, whom I haven’t seen in years, hit the dance floor and learned some new moves from Patrick and a new friend (and Esquire groupie) Gregg. All in all it was a perfect way to spend NYE.
Two morals of this story:
Moral #1: Don’t let your attachment to plan A get in the way of potentially amazing backup plans.
Moral #2: It pays to put yourself outside of your comfort zone. Sure, I am a pretty outgoing person, but I still had to power through some feelings of self doubt and loneliness but it lasted just as long as it took for me to find my seat at the bar.
And just because it feels right, here’s a song by G-Eazy & Bebe Rexha: Me, Myself & I. (Warning: video contains explicit language).