Last night, gig at Atmosphere. There were a handful of boys from the softball team, named AtmosFEAR (get it?), in the club, but they soon disappeared. Another slow night there.
I’m a little upset with the ad’s that Atmosphere has run recently. There isn’t mention of the Thursday or Friday DJ names. Yes, I’m upset my name isn’t there, but not because I care about press. It advertises that HEY, there is a DJ here, so come have fun. Whatever. It’s not my business, I just work there.
It was a terribly long and boring shift. Occasionally I’m upset when nights like that come along, but I was thankful for that one. Working at the bank during the day AND at Spin on Wednesday night kicked my ass. I was so freakin’ tired by the time I got to Atmosphere, I was ready to pass out. Thank god for RedBull and a quiet evening.
I opened with Mary J Blige’s song called PMS because I was in such a foul mood. They got a kick out of it. It’s a brilliant song with acoustic guitar and some synth. The lyrics begin:
Today I’m not feelin’ pretty
See I’m feelin quite uh-guh-leee
Havin’ one of those days
When I can’t make up my mind
So don’t even look at me
Genius.
Tonight I must make a break with Ricardo. He’s a wonderful guy. The sad part is I’m just not feelin’ it. I’m not in a relationship kind of place lately in my head. I truly thought I was. But feelings change like the weather. You can’t do anything to alter them. You can only accept what happens. I hope it goes ok. We’re both adults.