Elvis Costello, Chinatown, and Three Ladies Drinking.

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.

12 Comments

  1. don’t worry about that, enjoy your joy. i would say more, but it’ll sound like a Journey song…

    just know that you deserve the good, and the bad is always going to pop up here or there, so enjoy these moments where you realize how beautiful life is. and then remember them when life gets shitty again :]

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  2. I feel a shameful iTunes download coming on….

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  3. don’t stop believin’

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  4. Holy crap! There are many on iTunes.

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  5. Glad to know you are feeling good and joyful…enjoy it, girl! Things change, that’s inevitable, but that’s why you should enjoy these moments all the more.

    Sounds like a lovely weekend indeed…totally jealous of your Sunday meet-up!

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  6. i was trying to get sarah to go along with Faithfully as our wedding song… didn’t happen. but i thought it would be funny. nothing like a little Journey. i love me some Journey.

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  7. When are you and Sarah getting married? Congrats, btw. Or are you two already married?

    Yes, Journey is not to be dissed.

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  8. April 29th! best day of my life. would you like to see some pics?

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  9. Bronx version? Apparently your head hasn’t evened out all that much. I was talking flushing! One stop past Shea. I hope this was just a brain fart while typing and you don’t think I actually wanted to take the subway to see the Bronx above ground. Yick. Gross.

    Anyway – if the weather holds, I’ll look up some dim sum and hot pot places there. Woohoo!

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  10. aimee! yes. email me the link or send me some. Absolutely, baby!

    bkgunner, I am sorry. You know me, I’m a little slow. Details were never my forté.

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  11. Hey, I sent some pictures via the Kodak gallery. If you don’t get them let me know.

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  12. Thanks! Will do. :]

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