I Drank The Punch

Tuesday's are shaping up to be my favorite day of the week. It's become routine and expected everything that my life is currently not. I know where I will be on this day and I know who I will be with. I imagine this is what it fills like in a family that sticks together. It's been quite some time since I have wandered this territory. I left my family back east in Massachusetts when I was 18 and I have been trudging, skipping, dancing, running, exhaling, on my own ever since.

My Tuesday's are filled with music, soundchecks, Chipotle, sunshine, high heels, and red lips. That is only scratching the surface. All of my friends gather, we eat mac n cheese, pizza and fries. We settle in and then it happens. It's as if the heaven's open up (my friend's that are reading this are probably laughing because I am uber dramatic) the voice coming from the stage is beautiful and all who hear it are riveted. Two guys, they both wear hats, one sings and one plays the piano. Simple, yet anything but. They cover Adele, Radiohead, Patsy Kline, John Mayer and so on. It is joyous and emotional. People are moved and they are blossoming. It is a festive night pregnant with possibility. I have lived out here in Hollywood for a while now, and I have met lots of struggling artists, movie stars and working actors. Talent is undeniable, it stands up straight, speaks proper English and cannot be ignored. It is rare to come in contact with this raw ability, many slip through with lots of bells and whistles. Destiny unfolding is an exciting thing to watch. Little by little life happens and art is created. I feel a bit like I'm hanging with the cool kids yet in this instance they don't leave me behind.

I sit and I drink my punch, it is spiked with rum. I tap my red shoes and play with my pearls waiting for the night to begin. Next week I will fly home to see my family. I cannot wait, it's been close to a year. Los Angeles can be a very lonely place, lots of glitz and glamour. Truth hides under the palm trees, it is hard to find. Every time I fly back East I want to stay there. It makes coming back that much harder.

At least I have my Punch and at least I have my Tuesday's.