Tonight I went to a bar. (For me, that’s actually a somewhat surprising event, for those who don’t already know this.) A recent friend just started working there, and invited me to come by on her first(?) night, tonight. I figured it would be nice to see the friend, as well as get to know a little place in my town (and, by going early, I could potentially avoid smokers filling the place).
In preparing to go to the bar, I figured I would bring along this speech I just wrote (like yesterday), so that I could spend my time practicing the speech, whenever the friend was busy working. Plus, I knew there’d be a slight chance of getting a local to help me with the speech (because it’s in Japanese, so I can use the help!).
What I was not prepared to have happen, was pretty much everything that happened.
The bar was quaint and cool, and had an art gallery as half of its space, along with fabulous music playing quietly in the background, such that it was never a bother. The people were not only friendly, but American-like in their open conversations and friendliness with one another – it was as though they were all already friends, although they definitely were not. Following that style of friendliness, they all rather quickly learned of this speech I was reading over, as well as the details of the competition, and when I have to do what, and the fact that I decided to participate only last night.
As I was preparing to leave, and the people nearest me were wishing me luck on my practice, someone suggested I come back and read the finished product. We all agreed that it was a good idea. Then someone else suggested reading the speech now for practice. Seeing as how I had hardly practiced reading it, I knew it would take forever, and said so.
Thirty seconds later, silence was attained throughout the bar, and I read the first section of my speech to my avid audience of these Japanese bar-dwellers. I messed up. Of course, I did. And it was fabulous.
It was totally terrifying, and I did it anyway, and I even did a decent job. Some of it was perfect, and some of it was not even close to perfect. But the experience, in and of itself, was absolutely perfect. (Even though there was a guy smoking off and on…, but he, being the wonderful smoker he is, always held his cigarette high, and blew his smoke up as high as possible, to keep it out of our faces.) And that’s the point of it all, anyway. Once I arrived home, I even got to chat with a friend I’ve been missing lately, and that was a blast… Perfection has been attained tonight, so now I shall sleep. Goodnight! 😀