I went out last night because it was Saturday night.

That…  is a terrible reason to go out.

There were many excellent parties to choose from last night.  The much anticipated Pancakes & Booze Art Show at the Hi Tone happened just down the street from me.  After that, I was headed out east to enjoy some live music and warm caffeine in Cooper Young.  Either Mark Allen at Java Cabana or a variety of musicians at Otherlands.  From there, I had a choice of album release parties – The Memphis Dawls @ DKDC or James & the Ultrasounds @ Young Avenue Deli.  (I haven’t been to the Deli in almost forever.)

Despite all that, my social anxiety got the best of me last night.  I got a little TOO comfortable at home.  I waited a little TOO long to get ready.  My digital connection to the outside world felt a little TOO much like real human interaction.  None of the plans I make are set in stone and that worked against me.  On the bright side, I got all my laundry done and was very comfortable the whole time.

Around 10pm I was somehow convinced I should make myself get out of the apartment because it was Saturday night.  So I set out into the evening with very little money and no idea where to go.  Of course, I ended up at my regular haunt.  The night wasn’t bad.  It just wasn’t exciting.  The buildup for all those plans must have inflated my expectations.  Long story short, it felt like I failed Saturday.

Then again, I got the opportunity to converse with acquaintances I almost never get to make eye contact with.  From my perspective, that’s priceless.  If anyone did make it to the parties this weekend I’d love to hear about it.  Shoot me an email or find me on Facebook.