That’s right and not just any prom. I went to a 1980’s retro prom. Or rather a re-creation.
It all started a couple of months back when my good friend Mere’s boyfriend emailed some of us saying she’d never gone to prom and though she didn’t say it, he thought it bothered her that she never went so…he wanted to re-create the prom for her for her birthday…(collective awwwww) yup. He’s a keeper.
So over the course of the past few weeks we all collectively kept one of the biggest secrets ever from her and got our airline tickets and 1980’s prom dresses (some actually kept and wore their originals and that was very impressive). We curled and teased our hair and brought out the lip gloss and even got an amazing DJ who played all the hits. DJ, you rocked big time~ There’s a gym in their building so we spent a few hours the day of sneaking in the back and decorating it like only a teen at heart could do with crape paper strung from basketball hoop to basketball hoop and every cheesy decoration known to man to create the perfect “under the sea” theme. He even got a cake within the theme.
It was exciting and exhausting and I still don’t know how but, she was completely and utterly surprised. I had a chance to see some old work mates and meet some I’d heard great things about and one ole near and dear was especially great to see. His wife was my eye doctor and to this day I’m terrified of leaving my contacts in too long for fear she’ll take a swipe at me.
He paid me the greatest compliment saying he thought my music was “clean” and that he loved that he could actually hear the words and the follow the stories. He was never one for false flattery and it made my night and renewed my sense of purpose. I don’t think he knows the impact his words had but they did M, they did.
I know I’ve been pretty quiet lately. A lot going on in my head and trying to figure out what’s next after a disappointing first sales report and other general life frustrations. I’m about to turn a corner to what I hope is another step in the right direction and I’m turning it now with that sense of perseverance and determination that I seemed to have lost track of temporarily. I played for a few of em late that night in the Letts-Fisher loft and this time, I wasn’t nervous. This time I played from the heart and it felt really…right. Progress~
Got to see my old neighborhood, Madison Park. I like my ritual of visiting my old market every time I’m in town and popping in to buy my favorite (spelt) bread and giving a reminiscent smile to the staff. Hazel is my favorite and young scruffy one that I still have a mad crush on was there too but, he’s far too young so I just ask him a stupid question whenever I see him and make him search an aisle for something and that to me is in some weird way a gratifying flirtation with matches. I even imagined asking him to the prom but, my imagination is far bolder and less aware of social indignities than I am (thank fkn god).
I played for another friend Friday night for the first time who so got the lyrics to “anyway” and felt what it was about. I was anxious to play it for her because when I was writing it I remembered a conversation we once had where I said I felt like there was too much going on…like I was that person in the circus with all those plates spinning on the poles and it was getting frantic trying to keep them all spinning and she said “so what, if you just walked away from them…what if you just let them all fall?”. I knew the moment the song was over and I looked up and saw the recognition on her face that I was back and when she said I’d inspired her to paint I just thought “Ali, you idiot…this project isn’t about you anymore…it’s become a lot more and you started it so you can’t back down now or you’ll risk an unraveling of all that’s stemming from it”. Jezus that’s a huge responsibility but, I’ve always said I’m happiest when I’m useful so there I go, happy again~
And to those of mine in Seattle I didn’t tell I was in town, sorry sorry sorry. I wasn’t trying to be a jerk, I swear. Was just running on fumes and wanted to keep it all about one thing this time instead of the usual racing back and forth trying to get in quality time with all I hold near and dear. Sucks loving so many people sometimes. Arms just aren’t wide enough and the clock just refuses to slow down to allow me the time my brain needs to make it all happen.
So, that was my weekend. This weekend may be even more interesting…who knows…I’ve given up planning and just going along for the ride.
Thanks for listening~