I was so fortunate to stumble across this article on the Huffington Post that I have to share with all of my wine loving friends. Basically one of the wine apps that I really love, Vivino, has paired some of our favorite Halloween candy with a glass (or bottle) of wine! I am so trying the Reese's with Tempranillo! Check out the link below and come back and share your favorite candy/wine pairing.
In the birth of a new moment, in the city I love, I am introduced. Introduced to a new environment with the potential of new friends.
I wait… in line on the outside of this angular block of wood and concrete and who knows what other materials make up this structure filled with seductive art. The air is cool but warm, a pleasant fall evening. I wait, but who am I waiting for? This remains to be seen. A woman waiting in front of me says she likes my earrings. I say thank you or maybe I thought it, no matter we strike up a little friendly chat. I almost thought she was hitting on me but then she says “I’m waiting for this guy.” He arrives and we go our separate ways.
Then I notice someone. Not someone familiar but her face, her face is memorable. I had seen her picture just moments before. She is slender, silver and conventionally beautiful. She joins a small group. A young woman with wavy brown hair and a taller older gentleman. This is it, this is who I’ve been waiting for. I pocket my insecurities and walk towards them to introduce myself. To my delight their all very nice.
The doors to the venue open and we find our way to the ticket table. Of course I don’t have a ticket so I have to wait while the others head inside. I lean back trying to stay out of the way as I always do. I’d rather be walking the halls where various art pieces snuggle walls but I remain still observing all those who pass by.
He calls out “numbers 1-20”. I’m number 10 so I rush to get my wristband and head inside to meet with my new people. We sit together waiting, making explorative chatter. 10, 20 minutes go by and then… Then it starts. This introduction of spoken word nuzzled with music and voice. It’s as if I’m being thrust into another realm… another world. The base, cool and collected and then an explosion of melody and chaos of the best kind. This erratic rhythm begins to take over my soul. The brass pushes at every sense inside my frame. The hand of Industrial Revelation is placed at my mouth, parting my lips and reaching down my throat, fisting my heart to pump the blood for me. The beat of the skin builds and climbs and then… The strings. Silence. Then POW! So many notes. My body wants to move and shake, dance with this gift of the music. But I just met these people and it’s not that kind of venue so I quietly grove in my seat. The solitude of the keys, melancholy the way I like. And just like that I am abandon. Left with the essence of what was.
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