Unmistakable Appeal of the Marvelous

The other night, I met up with Mads, Zappy and Jazzy at Jones.

It had been a year since we had been there AND before that, it had been way longer.

It was almost a time capsule of our past. But I don’t think of life in those terms. I stay very much in the present, which is why I am the worst at telling you how long ago something happened or what year it did. It all seems like it’s happened a week ago.

Sitting in that booth with the ladies, I realized I had sat here many times. But how many? Who knows?

I feel like I didn’t used to pay attention as much. Or is it that I don’t pay attention now?

Eh *shrugs shoulders

I was happy in the marvelous moment.

Jazzy used to work with some of the bartenders. One of them asked how long she was staying. And as we were leaving, she was like, it’s getting late…I gotta get home.

Then she laughed as she realized he was laughing at her.

When she had worked with them at other places back then (that nebulous BACK THEN), sometimes her shift would START at 10pm.

“Yeah… late” the guy said.

He’s still in that world where time is a different currency from day walkers.

Even if it all still feels the same, sometimes you don’t realize how much things have changed.

But back to the current moment of drinking martinis and sharing in each other’s good news, we laughed, we hugged, we ordered another round. We marveled that the place was still hopping. We thought about the last times we had been there and what was going on in our lives. We talked about people who were no longer in LA, in our lives, or on this earth. I don’t remember how, but a story came up regarding us going to a Stereolab concert at the Hollywood Bowl.

And about how a few days after the concert, Mads gets an email from one of our friends who LOVES Stereolab and is on a certain mailing list or fan site where he saw a photo from the Hollywood Bowl concert.

His email says to her: I think this is you on the left.

She forwards to me.

I have tried to find the photos but the link went dead. Today, however, EUREKA!  I found the photos sans captions.

I will retype (to my best recollection) what was listed on that fan site.

My perfect view…until

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ARGH!

I have to be honest…Mads and I cracked up for a LONNNNNNG time over this.

My hair (or rather, my head) was the butt of a joke. And I was so there for it. Plus, I was loving the highlights.

The weirdest part is that in looking for the photo, I rediscovered my old blog and went down the rabbit hole rereading old adventures last night.

Probably the reason I am exhausted today.

Another time capsule.

We were all single then. We went out almost every night. We were excited by every opportunity because it was a potential for a life we were craving (and also concurrently, living). I wasn’t in the moment then. And I was quite depressed. But damn, I gave all I had to get out of my head with the best adventure buddies.

I was telling Shaka that even though a lot has changed (none of us are single any more and our schedules make it much harder to try and grab dinner even twice a month AND I am no longer living with that sadness), I still get that excitement over my creativity or in collaborating on a project.

I still feel like opportunities are around every corner.

I still like meeting people who cause my world view to shift even ever so slightly.

I still like finding art in the most banal places.

I still like discovering new moments to feel grateful.

I still like reliving fun moments that show where I have been and which spur on where I am heading.

But mostly, I still like funny captions that involve my hair.

 

 

 

It’s a Mads Mads World (and I am invited)

Getting a call from Mads in the morning can only mean one thing:  I am doing something cool that night.

What it’s also taught me is:  dress for day-to-night for said cool event/thing/outing.

Once upon a time, I came into work sick and she presented me with the invite to join her to go to the premiere of the film, “Magnolia.”  I looked a hot mess.  I went anyway, cuz…Hollywood premiere.

I didn’t know enough then to not care about looking like the riff/raff.  I do now. In order to stave off riff-raff-dom, I have a few items in my bag to make sure that I can at least upgrade from hot mess to “possibly invited party guest.”

The problem is that if I get Mads’s call when I am already en route to day job, I must work a little harder to pull the look together.  Thankfully, I wore something that was not entirely embarrassing.

I have been excited to see “Big Eyes” by Tim Burton since I heard about it.  I love the writers (they wrote “People Vs Larry Flynt” and “Ed Wood”. I have also come to love Amy Adams’ acting (though I had to work through my dislike of people with bunnymouths – I know, I am the worst).

Mads had scored some tix to see the world premiere screening (note- different than the world premiere) held at LACMA.

My trek towards the Miracle Mile was less than speedy and Mads had to play Scavenger Hunt Hostess to find someone to leave my ticket with.  It all worked out! Seeing old friends scattered throughout the crowd as well as my imaginary friends (but real people) like Catherine O’Hara also in the audience, I felt sated.  Mads had also emailed me that there was a show after at the Montalban Theater featuring a short-term supergroup helmed by Elvis Costello.  I was in.  In theory.  I already knew this cold I tried to conquer through holistic means was still stalking me and I wasn’t sure I would last the evening.

I loved the film!  I truly enjoy the ride of people with dysfunctions.  Now that I no longer court them in my real life, I do enjoy cinematically experiencing them.

After the film, there was a Q&A with Tim Burton, Amy Adams and Christoph Waltz.

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Bunnymouth comment (see above), aside, I think I LOVE Amy Adams.  She speaks so elegantly.  And Christoph Waltz reminds me of men I met in Europe that would engage in deep discussions about love, art, novels, and philosophy over wine in smoke-filled bars.  Some of what he was saying was also akin to some of the meditation work I have been doing this week (so random, right?). As the lights came up, the front row swarmed the stars on stage for autographs and we headed to the lobby to mingle with our chums.

My tummy was growling with hunger and I was growing weak.  There was no way I would be able to make it to the New Basement Tapes show.  Mads understood.  But she was determined to go. Jazzy (who was also at the screening with Schnits) was joining her in my stead, but time was of the essence and like the tortoise and Madeleine, we were moving too slow for her. She was on a mission and we were slowing her down.  We all but ate her dust.

I got home exhausted and hangry.  Shaka had made me a little something to eat stating:  “I know how crappy you must feel to have given up going to that.”

True that.  Love that Shaka!

At the screening, we jokingly wondered if Johnny Depp would have a cameo in the film.

He did not.

But this morning, Mads emailed Jazzy and me this review about the show.  Johnny Depp was a surprise guest musician.  She had seen him after all!

http://www.mxdwn.com/2014/11/14/reviews/the-new-basement-tapes-put-on-stunning-one-off-show-featuring-haim-johnny-depp-and-more-review-setlist/

Am I sad I missed an amazing show?  Not sad.  But I know I would have loved it. Just bummed that I hadn’t stopped to nourish before the events of the evening took hold.
I learned that in addition to my day-to-night look, I must also bring sustenance in the event this happens again.

Knowing Mads, this kind of thing will happen again.

And knowing that it will, I should also be prepared with a parka, a bathing suit and a suitcase, so I can upgrade from “possibly invited party guest” to “shit yeah, you were invited!”

Zensday Wednesday – Passwords to change it all around

Good afternoon, my Lovelies!  Hope your Zensday Wednesday is looking better than my hair looked this morning.  I can’t be held entirely responsible:  I hung out with Jazzy last night. She made the yummiest salad and a pizza that went perfectly with the wine we heartily drank  sampled.  It was a perfect evening, replete with a gorgeous sunset, some chatting on her balcony and lots of catch-up in her cozy, gorgeous digs as french musique played in the background.  This morning looked a little less picturesque.  My puffy eyes and my pillow head made sure I remembered I don’t live in a movie or a French cafe.  Oy.  

Back to hoping your day is going better than my appearance this morning.  

I read an article recently about a guy who started to make his passwords goals he wanted to accomplish.  Whether it was forgiveness or trip-planning, he began to notice that his perspective on things started to change.  Here is the link to the article.

Password Changed His Life

I started to think that if I did that, not only would I remember my passwords (I recently changed them all and I feel like I have temporary dementia every time I log in to something), but maybe, like the guy in the article, I would start to see my life a little differently.  Sort of a mind game to remember gratitude or will power or strategy or goals.  I have started doing it.  It is going well.  Sort of.  I keep forgetting EXACTLY what my goals are and EXACTLY what I want to bring in to my life (maybe that is the bigger problem, no?).  Funny thing about passwords…they like exactness.

It’s all a process anyway (life, love, this password experiment).  I just want to get better at remembering so that I can start to live with a bit more intention (and also so that I don’t get locked out from too many false attempts at guessing).

Maybe my password should be: iwillsorememberThistime123 – like hastags.  

I will let you know how it goes, unless I can’t remember how to log in here.

#Fingerscrossed456