Intro note: This post will paint me as a bitter old woman.
There are about four bars on my block, two of them located directly across the street from my apartment. Whenever I miss a night out at one of these bars, I constantly wonder what cool, party-scene I lost my chance of joining. Luckily, my bed is pushed up against the front wall of my building, allowing me to hear every single incident that occurs outside. This is great when those four bars start to empty out their drinkers into the street in the middle of the night, so that I can live vicariously through the sounds of people who don’t give a damn about drinking on any given night of the week because a scene’s a scene, and they will not miss it. Phew! I am still in touch.
Case in point: Last night around 2am, I woke up to a rap battle in full-swing outside of one of the bars across from my window. That’s pretty cool, right? Two guys going back and forth spitting words, with a crowd around them egging them on. Spontaneous awesomeness. Who needs sleep? I wish I was out there sitting on the curb watching, maybe even filming it for my documentary-in-progress titled “Life in the East Village: What Goes On At 2am”*. Or maybe I’d jump in and spit my own lines “My name is Mel! I cannot spell!…”
But that’s all looking back.
When I was actually in the moment, recognition of the coolness was nowhere to be found. I had the following thoughts:
- Um… is this for real right now? I don’t even want to know what time it is
- Okay, I’ll check my cell phone, but the bright lights are going to hurt my eyes and possibly cause my brain to really start to wake up, which is the ultimate worst case scenario
- It’s 2am! Can I open the window and tell them to keep it down out there??
- Yeah right.. “keep it down.” I might as well throw curlers in my hair and trade my t-shirt for a nightgown before I lean out the window.
- Wait a minute, when did I stop being part of the young crowd?! I’m still young!
- … but I’m not hanging with the young crowd, I went to bed at 10pm like an old lady… man I wish I was a little cooler right now
- Maybe if I peak out the window I’ll see other people peaking out theirs, and we can all make eye contact and through a series of head nods agree to start a revolution!
- No Mel, this is not a movie.
- Damn, it’s 2:30 now. Best just to plug up my window with pillows and put the heat on to drown out the sound…
- 3am: zzzZzz
Now it’s 7am, my brain is throbbing, and I think no amount of coffee will save me (or so I’ll find out as I drink my way through the day). Note to self: when looking for my next apartment, avoid one with a bar across the street from the bedroom. Though I still kinda wish I could’ve been on the street for the battle.
*I’m not actually making an East Village documentary.