The place was packed when I got in. I've used that term before, but all of those times cannot compare to what this was. Granted, the beanie wearer at the door warned me that they were almost full to capacity, before I headed up.
I ended up going to a free comedy show last night, and to get there, I had to wander around the street in search of the venue, hoping for a big sign or maybe one those Greek masks or a large red pin like my iPhone showed. Instead, I ended up wandering up and down a block, before I spotted a little person with a top hat, standing next to a bouncer. And yes, I am ashamed that this image made me think that clearly the door they stood in front of was the comedy club! Because it wasn't, and I felt awful for thinking that a little person in a top hat screamed comedy. It could also scream magician.
After being pointed in the right direction, I approached a beanie wearer and a man with a camera. I couldn't blame myself for missing this door completely, because there wasn't anything discerning about the door at all.
After a semi-smooth, "Are you the proprietors of the comedy club?" and tripping onto the threshold, a story I later told to my friend which was overheard by the guy with the camera. He apologized.
The showcase was in a loft of sorts. And I stumbled into the room packed with people that I didn't know.
At the makeshift open bar, I overheard the drink master offer beer sitting in the fridge, so I headed in that direction, squeezing past groups and couples, jealous that these people knew people and had the comfort of people. I wanted people.
I opened the fridge, a guy at my elbow. We both knew why were there. Only, when we looked at the shelf, dead center sat a sad six-pack next to a spare Guinness. Around them lay normal groceries. We focused on the groceries.
"Are we allowed to have these?" the guy asked.
I picked one up to study it. "I guess..." I petered off. "The guy said we could have it." I offered it to him, but he still looked disbelieving. He looked over the fridge door to study it for himself.
"Just beer," I assured him. "Unless you want milk?" I joked, laughing at this myself and almost congratulating myself for my attempt at making friends.
But the guy looked at me, unfazed by my attempt at a joke and shrugged, telling my that he'd just get a drink from the open bar.
So goes my attempt at friend making.
Later on, I regretted not taking the carton for myself. Does the body good and what not.