Held Back

Last night after I finished writing my post I went out. I met my good friend Marco at this place called “The Beauty Bar” in the city. It is an old beauty salon that has still the old-fashioned hair dryers in it but also a huge bar. It is a great place to go dancing. Yesterday the music was not that good so we moved on.

The next stop was “Lit” this place in the East Village. When you walk in there is a huge bar and dance area. There is also a downstairs area where live bands play, my roommate’s band played there many times. Lit was great last night. The music was amazing. They played all that good stuff from the 80’s. Iggy Pop, The Cure, Depeche Mode, you name it. I danced for some time alone. Suddenly I got grabbed by this girl and another crazy dirty dancing session was on its way. As I found out later her name is Melissa. Melissa is a great dancer as well. I had so much fun last night and four beers what was at least one too much. J Melissa has a scull tattoo on her shoulder what is so cool.

I got the age question thrown at me yesterday. It would not have been the most loving thing to be 100% honest about my age since Melissa is 25. Being 30 is in cases like that always better. Her reaction to my age was very positive. She said that 30 is not too old and started kissing me. Oh well a little adjustment here and there works wonders.

It was a long night. Melissa left at around 3 AM. Marco and I tried to keep on going but gave in at 3:30. I was in bed at 5.

This morning it was very hard for me to get up. I finally dragged myself out of bed at 12 PM only because I was thinking about Ira my accountant. I was supposed to call him on Wednesday to let him know when I have my bookkeeping ready for him but I never did. I would not have been able to handle him giving me another speech. Still, I have to get it done. I spent the rest of the day cranking numbers.

Even though it is interesting to see how much money you made and what you did with it I cannot help having that old feeling that I had when I was working in a bank in Germany creep up. I feel held back. I want to be outside, I want to play, I want to have a good time but no I sit at home with my calculator typing away and all that only to send a check to Ira and to the IRS when I am done. I feel fenced in, I feel that I am stuck here while outside life is happening and I am missing out on it.

Can that be fun? I have to admit even though I have been trying to see it positive that I am doing something that is no fun at all. One of my up and coming projects will be to find a bookkeeper. There are people who have fun playing with receipts. It is just not me.

I should really go to bed. I still have so much to do tomorrow but I think I will have a quick look at Union Pool this bar in my neighborhood. Let’s see what kinds of adventures are waiting for me there…….

"Held Back" Williamsbug/Brooklyn 03-22-08 at 02:18 PM

 

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