A First Time for Everything

The best pizza in the world, aside from that made in Italy, comes from New York City, and the best pizza in New York City supposedly comes from Roberta’s in Brooklyn. That’s the boldest of claims, so Valentina and I went to check it out for ourselves on our way to “First Live.” 

First Live was the name of a music event at a bar that featured one of Valentina’s friends and since her friend was on his way to Japan for a year, this was the band’s last hurrah, at least for a while. 

We got dinner at Roberta’s first, discovered that it more than lived up to the hype, and then arrived at the bar. Other bands, including Valentine’s Day, a band for angry girl music (said affectionately), performed first. It was a while before we got to see our band perform.

I was faced with a question: to socialize or not to socialize?

I hate to force conversation so I went with not to socialize. Not socializing was great, as I did not end up getting hit on, unlike Valentina. 

When it came time to listen to the friend perform, we were given ear plugs to protect ourselves from the music and Valentina had to encourage me to dance around more. I’d been standing there, swaying a bit, but not smiling, as I often do not, and according to Valentina “I was bringing down the vibe.” I therefore had to do less of a Wednesday Addams impression in order to stop bringing down the mood, and, apparently, also the band. 

Being in the front row might not be for me. The music was great. Everything was very high energy (except for me apparently) with the singer moving through the crowd and me getting to stand directly in front of the guitarist. Since there was no stage and a modest audience, the singer moved through the crowd and we could stand up beside the band, which was how my underwhelmed expression didn’t go unnoticed.

Once the music was done, we called it a night. It was a tale of not being the life of the party, but we listened to some good music and had some really great pizza, as part of a classic college student night.

The Tragic Queen,

Raquel

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