You would think that I'd learn by now
Taking sketchbooks places when drinking is a bad idea. I lose so many of them it's ridiculous.
The first time was during a concert at The Social. I was pretty tipsy that night because I made friends with the bartender (I think I thought he was cute). I left the thing off to the side while watching the show, not entirely in plain view but still visible. There didn't seem any reason to be afraid of it being lifted. I mean, come on. It's a sketchbook. Although, it did have a lot of really good sketches in it. So I guess someone liked my art...? Later I received an e-mail from someone claiming to have it, and saying he wanted to give it back but he still has it down in Miami or wherever. The thing that kills me about that particular situation was even if he thought that someone had lost it, why wouldn't he have handed it to the bar or a staff member? And seeing that he lived so far away why he pick it up in the first place?
The second time I lost a sketchbook was a couple months ago when I brought one to Steak n Shake after the club. I don't remember why I was so wasted that night, but I was. I didn't even realize that it was missing until the next day. I want back to the diner but no one had seen it. Yet another sketchbook was gone. I wasn't even able to scan any of the drawings in that one. I kept meaning to but just kept putting it off. On top of that it was one that I got from Barnes & Noble with a fancy cover designed by one of the kids over at SCAD. I didn't have a lot of pages completed in that one, but man, I still miss it.
Finally, last Tuesday I took my sketchbook with me to the club because I knew I wouldn't be able to dance much because of how crowded it gets on Tuesdays and I felt more like drawing than anything else. I had no intentions to drink but I ended up drawing a couple of people and one of the guys offered to buy me a drink. I didn't know him but I decided to accept because I did just indulge his vanity a bit, why not let him indulge mine? He wasn't my type at all but he was fun to talk to. He bought me at least one other drink, maybe two, and then things got kind of weird. He was trying to convince me to leave with him. I had to bolt from the club. I ran out so quickly that I forgot my sketchbook in the little hiding place I stashed it. I'm sure the staff found it but I haven't been back since then. I'm hoping they held onto it and didn't throw it out. It's another that doesn't have a ton of work in it but I liked the direction it was heading.
Most weeks I would have been back at least one other night in the week but I really haven't been enjoying myself as much as I used to. This one club was such an appealing place for the longest time - I mean years - because the atmosphere was different from the other places downtown. The few douche-bags who did wander in tended to stand out so it was easy to steer clear. Now I can't seem to find peace from the guys trying to hook up. If I stand anywhere for more than a minute someone starts buzzing around me. Believe it or not, I prefer to just stand there and watch the people dance or talk or whatever. Lately it seems that all the guys have become so much bolder and they don't seem to take the subtle hints that I throw their way. There were a couple of situations where I had to be outright rude to some guys, and I don't enjoy acting like that. But the thing is that I don't send them ANY signals suggesting that I'm into them or even so much as want to talk to them yet they come up and try to get my number.
Maybe I'm way too picky. There are so many nights where I don't find a single guy at the club all that attractive. They might be hot to the other girls but I'm into very different yet specific attributes. There are certain things that really stand out for me and I'd say probably more than 99% of the male population just doesn't do it for me.
Luckily for me, I'm not looking.
The first time was during a concert at The Social. I was pretty tipsy that night because I made friends with the bartender (I think I thought he was cute). I left the thing off to the side while watching the show, not entirely in plain view but still visible. There didn't seem any reason to be afraid of it being lifted. I mean, come on. It's a sketchbook. Although, it did have a lot of really good sketches in it. So I guess someone liked my art...? Later I received an e-mail from someone claiming to have it, and saying he wanted to give it back but he still has it down in Miami or wherever. The thing that kills me about that particular situation was even if he thought that someone had lost it, why wouldn't he have handed it to the bar or a staff member? And seeing that he lived so far away why he pick it up in the first place?
The second time I lost a sketchbook was a couple months ago when I brought one to Steak n Shake after the club. I don't remember why I was so wasted that night, but I was. I didn't even realize that it was missing until the next day. I want back to the diner but no one had seen it. Yet another sketchbook was gone. I wasn't even able to scan any of the drawings in that one. I kept meaning to but just kept putting it off. On top of that it was one that I got from Barnes & Noble with a fancy cover designed by one of the kids over at SCAD. I didn't have a lot of pages completed in that one, but man, I still miss it.
Finally, last Tuesday I took my sketchbook with me to the club because I knew I wouldn't be able to dance much because of how crowded it gets on Tuesdays and I felt more like drawing than anything else. I had no intentions to drink but I ended up drawing a couple of people and one of the guys offered to buy me a drink. I didn't know him but I decided to accept because I did just indulge his vanity a bit, why not let him indulge mine? He wasn't my type at all but he was fun to talk to. He bought me at least one other drink, maybe two, and then things got kind of weird. He was trying to convince me to leave with him. I had to bolt from the club. I ran out so quickly that I forgot my sketchbook in the little hiding place I stashed it. I'm sure the staff found it but I haven't been back since then. I'm hoping they held onto it and didn't throw it out. It's another that doesn't have a ton of work in it but I liked the direction it was heading.
Most weeks I would have been back at least one other night in the week but I really haven't been enjoying myself as much as I used to. This one club was such an appealing place for the longest time - I mean years - because the atmosphere was different from the other places downtown. The few douche-bags who did wander in tended to stand out so it was easy to steer clear. Now I can't seem to find peace from the guys trying to hook up. If I stand anywhere for more than a minute someone starts buzzing around me. Believe it or not, I prefer to just stand there and watch the people dance or talk or whatever. Lately it seems that all the guys have become so much bolder and they don't seem to take the subtle hints that I throw their way. There were a couple of situations where I had to be outright rude to some guys, and I don't enjoy acting like that. But the thing is that I don't send them ANY signals suggesting that I'm into them or even so much as want to talk to them yet they come up and try to get my number.
Maybe I'm way too picky. There are so many nights where I don't find a single guy at the club all that attractive. They might be hot to the other girls but I'm into very different yet specific attributes. There are certain things that really stand out for me and I'd say probably more than 99% of the male population just doesn't do it for me.
Luckily for me, I'm not looking.