“Come on and run. Turn the car on and run. I’m gonna marry the night." –Lady Gaga, “Marry the Night”
The Perks of Being Talented
Music is my life – listening to it, not making it. However, my roommates are both musical treasures, so we decided to spend Friday night with our friends cruising Old Town in search of the public pianos to play – well, for them to play, for me to applaud them. On behalf of the passerby forced to hear me sing Katy Perry’s “Firework” whilst my roommates sang the lyrics more expertly than I and performed the instrumental, allow me to give them thanks for budgeting their time to enchant our community.
But Wait, There’s More!
In between the moments of our melodious odyssey, we visited a random, family-owned shop, full of incense, traditional Hindu textiles, and Indian literature. We high-fived a stranger who waited beside us for the crosswalk signal. We danced to the radio at a pizza vendor’s outdoor cart, and the onlookers cheered. We asked a bouncer where we could find some karaoke, and he recognized us when we passed him again, still standing outside in the dark and the cold, as if waiting to meet somebody. We improvised the Pitch Perfect a cappella interpretation of “Since U Been Gone” by Kelly Clarkson.
And Then, We Watched the Drunk Guy Get Arrested
He sprayed a crowd of barflies with a fire extinguisher and proceeded to flee. A good Samaritan sat on his back, held his hands behind him until the police arrived, and he screamed to the gathering spectators that he was being held against his will. The woman he was with knelt next to his head and begged him to stop mortifying her.
At least he provided some free entertainment.
The Ultimate College Rite of Passage
We concluded the evening with a meal at midnight. After the swarm of high school theatre kids were finished with yelling and pounding the tables during their quintessential opening night IHOP run, we had the place to ourselves. I ordered the chicken and waffles, which were surprisingly good! (Conversely, I do not foresee that chicken-and-waffle-flavored potato chips will ever be an option. Yes, they do exist).
By the time I finally peeled the contact lenses away from my eyes, they were bloodshot, and regardless of how sleep-deprived I was from hours out on the town at the end of an exhausting week of school, I was proud of my tiredness. The day is incomplete without the night. The night is where we dream, asleep or awake.
Fort Collins overflows with memories to make and stories to tell. The streets are paved with light and the air breathes celebration. Too often, we complain about how the parking is arranged, when, really, parking blocks away and walking around blesses us with an excuse to liberate ourselves and explore. There’s something for everyone.
Thank you for reading. How was your weekend?
Paws up, and go Rams.