Confessions of Tonight: Maya and Leah, Back in Black

Last week Confessions fell on a holiday. Leah was out, and I bravely manned the bar myself. Missing Leah’s company and my outlet for gossip, I was comforted by a few friends that came out to enjoy the abbreviated party. But tonight, with a slight chill in the air, and the days getting shorter, Leah and I are back and ready to sling some whiskey and wit (and yes, maybe even a little wisdom) your way. The drink specials are off the chain ($4 beer, wine, and well, open vodka from 11-midnight, and midnight shots), and Bobby Analog will be helming the decks.

See you tonight!

Confessions of Last Night: Love, Why So Scary? & Keegan Dances His Way Back Down Under

I’m exhausted.
I slept about five hours this entire weekend. I woke up on Saturday slightly hung over with a hickie (yes I said hickie) and a house full of guest wanting to go to brunch.

My very wonderful friend Hazel was visiting from out of town and she is a first class badass. Not only is she an amazing guitar player (seriously, she shreds), but she is also a scientist, one that teaches at Harvard. She can also drink anyone under the table and so I was a little weary when the weekend kicked off with drunken “all you can drink mimosas” brunch at Essex, followed up with her buying a bottle of Jameson, Patron, and Wine. “This will not be conducive for me getting any writing done.” I thought to myself on Saturday just before Hazel brought me yet another Jameson and Coke in preparation to see Tegan & Sara at Terminal 5.

“When I jerk away from holding hands with you
I know these habits hurt important parts of you
remember when how sweet and unexplainable
nothing like this person unloveable
i just want back in your head
i just want back in your head
I’m not unfaithful but I’ll stray
When I get a little scared
When I get a little scared
When I get a little
Run, run, run
Run
Run, run, run
Run”- Tegan & Sara ‘Want Back in Your Head.”

Which leads me to what conversations took place at Confessions last night. Everyone seemed to want to talk about love, or more importantly, being afraid scared shitless of it.

The boys bellied up to the bar spilling their guts to me. Here is just a snap shot.

“It’s hard for me to talk to her.”
“I have a difficult time letting someone in.”
“I just feel like I can’t live up to what they want me to be.”
“I feel like I will disappoint her.”
“I just feel like I would hurt her.”
“I feel like she might like me too much.”

There are moments when I want to be compassionate and let them know that everyone one is scared of getting hurt, and that no one likes dealing with rejection or pain. Then other times I want to yell at these boys (who are all my friends, and they don’t like it when I raise my voice). Sometime I just want to say, “As women, we have vaginas, and you, you guys have a penis. That’s basically the only difference. So take your head out of your arse and stop reading so much into it.”

If you don’t want someone judging you for the way your body looks, then don’t judge anybody elses, if you don’t want someone to be condescending to you, then don’t be condescending to them, if you want some one to love you for all of your flaws, then love others for their flaws. If you don’t want a women to put you up on a pedestal then for god sakes STOP putting them on a pedestal (here is the secret: we are just as retarded as you are). And to all my lovelies, the last person that hurt you, is not the new person that is standing in front of you- so don’t be afraid to jump in again.

Don’t be afraid of new love or new friendships. Look at our dearest Keegan. He came to New York and took it by storm. He came here with open arms, and made a motley crew of friends. You never know what amazing things will be afforded to you by just leaving your comfort zone and being open to new situations.

Have a safe trip back to Australia Keegan. We’ll miss you. Come back soon. Love- Maya (and of course Leah).