well... i know i won't be scoring any points by saying that i worked 31 hours in a row thursday/friday. and in three days have gotten less than 8 hours total of sleep. but that is indeed the case.
not having sleep is a very bizarre strange feeling. it's kind of like being on drugs. actually, it's a lot like being on drugs. have you noticed that when you don't sleep enough you need more food and when you don't eat enough you need more sleep?
cocktail party last night. was not going to go [see above paragraph]. kristin is on vacation and gave me the keys to her apartment. "stay there," she instructed. "get some sleep." and so i slept for a little bit when i finally could. until midnight when dan called me from the party.
darryl purpose turned up at our party. darryl was in town for a hoot so steve s. brought him around afterwards.
somehow i rallied. party dress/party shoes. and headed out. but by then they were gone.
still, i stayed up until 4am talking and chatting. it was a great party -- everyone dressed to the nines. fun music. lots of dancing. a fire outside. and lots of people to talk to.
which is why in three days i've still only had a total of 8 hours of sleep.
darryl is a folky guy with a voice like james taylor. check out mr. schwinn or child of hearts.
three years ago darryl played live oak and his songs seemed to stick in my throat as i made a concerted effort not to cry. specifically child of hearts. that one just gets me. darryl seems to be the king of the bittersweet lyric.
he played twice that weekend at live oak. the second time was with utah phillips in a less formal setting. again his songs just touched me. to the point that i decided to tell him so afterwards. so, i got up my courage and went up to talk to him. it was a really hot day. my hair was in braids and i was wearing a hat and sunglasses.
"i just wanted to let you know that your songs really touched me," i said.
"take off your glasses," darryl said, motioning with his hands.
so i took off the glasses and simultaneously burst into tears.
it was very strange. it caught me by surprise and, surrounded by people and embarrassed by the emotion, i felt the need to get away as fast as possible.
i wrote him an email a few days later to say "hi i'm the crazy girl who burst into tears after the show and had to quickly get away." since then we wrote back and forth a couple of times. i always tried to get to his gigs when he played in the county, but it never seemed to happen. finally, with him playing a hoot in december, i'd be able to see him perform again. but then life stepped in and i worked 31 hours straight. steve and he came to the party and i wasn't there. i think we are on paths that don't intersect.
life is funny that way.
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