Besides the fact that it’s supposed to rain for three days straight here in the Big Apple, my weekend plans look promising. Tobyjoe and I were given tickets to see Elvis Costello perform at BAM tonight. Apparently the seats are outstanding. I’m trying to not seem too excited about it because we adopted the tickets under somber circumstances. Plus, Keith, the gent who gave them to us, is a huge Elvis Costello fan and the tickets were a gift given to him by his wife. So, you might understand why I feel a little bad about feeling good.
Tomorrow, there is talk about hitting Chinatown, only not the Manhattan version of Chinatown, home of the spit, land of the cheap crap. Instead, we might visit the Bronx version of Chinatown. I hear it’s “newer”. I’m not sure what that means. I hear they have cooler toys. Given the forecast, however, I might have to reschedule.
Sunday, I’m meeting Sarah B. and Heather for a beverage on the Upper East Side. Traveling all the way to 82nd Street is going to feel like a vacation for me. On Sunday afternoon, three ladies will have three (or more) margaritas in honor of our mums.
As an aside, I fear I have met a certain amount of joy in my life recently and the strangest part is I have nothing specifically to attribute that to. My life is going well. It’s even. Sure, there are sections that need a lot of work but, for the most part, I can’t complain. My head seems to have evened out a bit. And I simply must say this because for a very long time, and for a few years in a row, I was so unbelievably joyless and terrified. It’s as if I had sprung a leak.
There have been a few times over the past several weeks where I have looked back on previous posts, or have been reminded of how I felt back then, and I am amazed at how differently I feel now. I have made so much progress and I’m not even sure what or who to thank for it.
I fear this feeling because I don’t want to see it go. The fear is almost powerful enough to screw it up on purpose. I wear my dread like a crown.
Now, bring on the rain. Let’s see if she’ll hold.