RIRA
Joe and Jay Seal conned me into meeting them at RIRA Saturday night, along with Jay's girlfriend. Somehow in the nearpast I got back into the Providence nightlife, from which I had a long absence. To tell you the truth, I've been having alot of fun, and I've been pissing away money like there's no tomorrow.
I digress, I'm not writing to tell you about how much fun I'm having out at the bars.
Thats what other livejournals are for.
I'm writing to tell you about how much fun I'm having at bars with Jared.
Jared was at RIRA last night. Subway Jared. At RIRA. Where I was.
What the Subway jingles don't tell you is that J-Rod is from Indy, and he is a Colts fan. He was in Providence last night, going to the Pats game today. We were sitting at a table by the live band (read: Jay's girlfriend wasn't big on dancing, and Joe and I were too sober to take our wingman act on the road...yet). We were kind of tucked away in a corner watching the Falcons/Rams and listening to the band, and Jay spotted him. When he went down to buy a round, Jay asked the bartender if he thought he was Jared, and the bartender confirmed. Jay passed by and said, "Hey Jared." Jared gave the nod. Jay's ladyfriend broke out the digicam, and soon I will have in my possession the hard evidence of our encounter with Jared.
Let me tell you about Jared, he is a teddy bear. I talked to him for a few minutes, and he seems to be a genuinely nice person.
The coverband was pretty damn good, and although I never bothered to catch their name, I am a fan. They did some Dave and Pearl Jam, little Coldplay, but it was later when they tore it up with some Funky Music White Boy (a personal fav, but then they done did it and threw in the first verse of "The Humpy Dance") and Message in a Bottle.
Later, I went to buy a round and the bar was kinda crowded. There was an unattractive girl in the corner trying to buy a drink, and there was an opening next to her. As I waited, so asked if I was going to cut her too, and she seemed genuinely pissed. I had been briefly rapping with the bartender (side note - the bartenders at RIRA all seemed pretty sociable and extremely efficient) so he recognized me and came up to me. Being the nice guy I am I pointed him to the uggo, as I heard her badmouthing me to her low-to-moderately attractive friend with large-to-very-large breasts. As they ordered their shots, they ordered one for me, just for respecting "first come first served" kind of easy rule that binds the fabric of society and wellbeing of your neighbor, yet it typically ignored. For perhaps the first time in my life, being nice was rewarded.
Throughout the night several people asked Jared for pictures, girls came up to introduce themselves, etc. At one point, this pretty little number is conservatively dancing with him. Then she turned away from him and started dancing with me. Her friend called her way for a round at the bar, and it seems the friend wanted to meet Jared too, so they went over to him. The pretty girl started dancing with him again, while Jay and Joe egged me on to go double her with Jared.
Normally, I'm not against doing these kind of things for a laugh, but I could't do it to Jared. Not when he had been so nice, and certainly not when he had has Jared smile.
I couldn't bring myself to do it.
But I was this close to making a sandwich with Jared.