tick tock

This week I'm taking it easy.  It's been in a bit of a whirlwind with the travel, the boy, the show...

By the way, Teresa's bachelorette party was de-lightful.  :)  ...and, I went to the World of Dance with Michael which was awesome.  AWESOME. 

Anyway, as you may know, show planning consumes half of my brain from the moment I commit to a date until the moment I pay the performers.  The process makes me feel alive and stressed out, and generally preoccupied...and, I love every minute of it.  I have no idea how I've managed to facilitate bringing together such talented people to remind us of the importance of -- art.  It's amazing to me.  At every show, I see people challenge themselves and grow....

I am grateful and happy and, you know, terrified.  :)

Bean

I remember sitting in the dark in a house in Greeley...  Chris was playing Apex Twin's ambient works and we were just listening to it -- Danny, Matt, Heywood, Chris, Vanessa, Max, me...  I remember not being sure how I managed to find myself in such exquisite company and how I never wanted to leave it.  

Max got married last weekend to a woman who shines.  :)  And, me and these fools got to spend some very quality time together again because of it.  

<3

Timing is everything.

We're sitting in a wine bar and he starts telling me about the mural club he was in back in Boston...  his story is interesting, but I somehow manage to space out to think about how he held my hand for the first time on the way to the bar.

Holding hands is sweet -- such a simple gesture to be close to someone, while simultaneously feeling like a grand statement about your relationship to the world.  He is not super tall, and his arms are a natural length for his height, but the combination of our heights, plus my 4" heels, (as sweet as it was) resulted in slightly awkward hand holding.  I didn't care, but I did notice and start thinking about it in the middle of his mural story... 

I tuned back in as he was saying something like, "...three stories high...", at which point I sincerely asked (a question that my brain would have never processed as strange until after it had been said aloud).

"Do you have really long arms?" 

He gave me a squinty half smile and a, "Har har... yeah, I have really long arms... No, we used scaffolding!"  

... 

:)