So last night I’m walking, and I’m deciding between heading to my friend Dave’s and heading to my friend Dave’s bar, the one where he works on Monday and Wednesday nights, before I officially call it an evening and crash on Dave’s mattress. Dave’s mattress: The one with no sheet, only one sleeping bag, which acts as a sheet and a blanket. But I am grateful for a friend with a bed who doesn’t mind sharing (we don’t share a bed). And as I am fighting with myself over just what to do at midnight on a Wednesday in the city, I walk past Mercury Lounge and see a sign for this band

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It’s this band that my friend Jared’s brother is in. Jared and I went to Prague together and we did have more than one chat about his little brother. The band had gone on at 11PM and I stopped to ask the not so friendly on the verge of rather grumpy door guy if they were still playing. He shook his head yes, in that scary Grandpa Cat from Cats sort of way, and asked for ID. At least I didn’t have to pay a cover charge.

They played two songs and I scanned the audience in search of my friend Jared who happens to live in North Carolina and if he got a teaching job, which I’m sure he did, would no way in hell be in New York on a Wednesday night and…I never found him. But I did go up to Evan after the show and ask him if he had a brother Jared. I was a good detective, asking the only one in the band who sort of, kind of, resembled this guy. And it was him!!! And it was really weird to be able to connect my life in Prague with my life in New York through the relative of a new friend.

The world is a small place.

Then today I had my second meeting with a potentially big deal job. And while this is exciting, I’ve lived in the world of entertainment disappointment to know nothing’s done until it’s over. I’m so jaded in this world, this small, small world.