Play me a song, you're the piano man.

I have just had the strangest, most beautiful evening.

First, I was let down. I called Mike and he didn't call me back. So I called Mack and we went out for drinks at the Samurai Duck, and I had the most wonderful time there. It was so unlike me, so comfortably risky. I behaved differently and interacted with people I normally would never be exposed to .. and then Mack and I went to where he works, the Shedd, and he let me sing on the stages into the dark audience with all the stageslights up. The acoustics were beautiful, with the theatre so empty. Mack said I had a pretty voice, but needed to work on my self confidence. On the walk home, I was purely happy. I know if I could just learn to relax enough I could bring this feeling into my sober personality. We stood under the canopy of an oak tree with our fingers brushing the tips of the leaves and I felt so utterly safe right there in that moment, like the tree was holding me in it's roots. Then we went back to Mack's place and got Subway and I took a shot of Pepto-Bismol that didn't work ... at least not in the way it was intended. And even though I did vomit baby-girl pink a couple times, I still had my sandwich and Mack to sit next to, finally being himself.

The drive home was terrifying, but the last song playing by Theivery Corporation, A Gentle Dissolve, was the absolute perfect song for this evening, and driving down Cal Young I felt more at peace than I ever have.



Tomorrow, I don't have to work. I think I'll call Mack again.