Mar 31, 2010 4:00 PM GMT
Two months ago, still being single, I made the mistake of joining a group of friends at a piano bar for the evening of Valentine's Day. For whatever reason, my judgment (or lack thereof) really did get the best of me that night.
After ordering a round of rye and gingers, we proceeded to listen to the various songs that the different amateur pianists performed. My friends started insisting that I play something also. I politely declined.
At their further prodding and since the piano was now empty and given the rather quiet atmosphere throughout, I went ahead and sat at the piano. As I flipped through my mental list, I decided on a "forgettable song for a forgettable night".
As I started the song quietly but assuredly, I paid no attention to my surroundings, I even managed to hit all of the notes and ripped right through the song very nicely.
As the last notes faded away into oblivion, I looked up and was caught by surprise at the sight of a half dozen couples slow-dancing on the floor in front of me. I turned to one of my friends and whispered "WTF?"
His response? "I guess you've forgotten what day it is today."