Sunday afternoon, Kirsten and I did something that I would never imagine that I would do... we went to a PGA Golf tournament, the "Zurich Classic." We got all prepped up, and went to watch golf for all of about 45 minutes, then went to the post-party ;) Kirsten had gotten free tickets, due to her connections with the high-rollers of NOLA. I thought the whole thing was pretty funny, as people got really into it. lots of ooooing and ahhhhing. we may have been hushed one or two times. here I am, hitting up the golf clap. and the two of us looking like people who should fit into a golf tourney. This is the most preppy I have felt since I was in private high school.
Post-PGA, somehow (long story short), Kirsten managed to pull some other strings to have us get dinner (fantastic Taco's at the Rum House on Magazine) and drinks paid for by a friend of a friend. Then, she managed to also get our cover fee for a fantastic show at Carrollton Station dive . The thing about Jazz fest, is that the actual concert ends at 7pm each night... but then, people head out throughout the city to get more live shows at more intimate venues. Despite not being at the Fest on Sunday, we managed to get the fest vibe during the evening. We started listening to Eric Lindell, and the friend of a friend announced "this isn't quite my scene" and left. So, there we were. Listening to a fantastic NOLA musician, and dancing the night away.
Eric Lindell is a bit of country, a bit of jazz, a bit of rock, a bit of folk, mixed into one. The other shocking thing about this show, was that there was an outrageous amount of tall people there. I had conversations with not only one of the girls I arrived with (who was 6ft tall... my height... but wearing heels!!!), but also some boys from denver, who looked like a basketball team hanging out. Since I don't ever get to hug many people who are significantly taller than me, I didn't hesitate to get hugs. Especially from fun girls like Kirsten. I also didn't hesitate to steal people's fun hats (it was given back at the end of the night!)
and we danced. danced. danced. I'm not a dancer. im tall. im uncoordinated. im somewhat awkward. but, it is so much fun. And, i just looked at the crowd, when everyone was just bouncing a bit, and smiling, and I just thought how much fun everyone was having. And, that just brings so much joy. people are there just there to have fun.
Monday was some of the same. We didn't end up going out until LATE. I'm talking, we left the house at 10pm, after having sat around watching season one of "how I met your mother." we decided that since it was
not going to lie, and say that i was totally well behaved on Monday night. there were
- kirsten lost her iphone in a taxi (recovered the next day, thankfully),
- i lost my t-shirt by leaving it on the piano at the spotted cat (don't worry, i was wearing a dress, so, it wasn't like i was naked, because i didn't have a shirt... but, the shirt not recovered the next day),
- we ended up taking 2 different taxi's home (kirsten had an ordeal with trying to recover her phone)
- i didn't roll into bed until 5:15am (WHAT?!?!? i do NOT remember the last time i did this...)
I have fallen in love with that city. I don't know the next time I will go back, or the next time I will cross paths with the new friends that I made while there, or hear the music that I fell in love with. But, that's ok. because that is what having fun is all about. its about taking the moments as they come, and valuing exactly what you have at that moment.
To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. ~Agnes De Mille
and now... well, yesterday was the first day of being back with my beloved. forever. we can't say any longer that we are in a long distance relationship. because we aren't. we are together. forever. (except for those times that we will not be together...)