make the magic last for more than just one night

Perhaps when people keep dying, what I need to do is learn to get living. For who knows when I'll get cancer or be hit by a cop car or shot?

With that in mind, I resolved Monday at 4:30AM to quit my job, just because it was making me cranky. Of course, once the day gets really going and it turns out that everyone is making things better not worse and the one person (and that could have been anyone) who is going to say the thing that makes me pack it in never does, that resolution seems less pressing. By 3PM I was in a meeting focused on the future, talking about contributing my own genius ideas and getting a heads-up about upcoming performance reviews. Alright then.

At 6:15PM I was at the movies, seeing my long-standing love Ethan be all super hot and hot. Oh, he was hot. Then we went to go to a rock show, but it was starting an hour later than expected. So we went to have a wonderous cupcake. Slowly. And then we returned to the rock show. There were seats to be had at the bar, and good drinks for a fair price. These are simple joys, but their power cannot be denied.

When we got inside the show spot and spied the much loved former sometimes current member of the band there for what was billed as a solo performance, there was a feeling of magic. The show started, it was excellent. And then James Iha and Jason Schwartzman came in. And then, who should follow but the prettiest pretty prettypants ever? Yes, Taylor Hanson. Who was not only at a Mike Viola show, but was at a Mike Viola show sitting with James Iha and Jason Schwartzman. What? Yes.

Rather than turn into a weirdy strange-o (as happened when I actually spoke to that lovely and amazing Internet couple I ran into at that other Mike Viola show -- and no, I will not link), I opted to not talk to Jason or Taylor (I have nothing to say to Mr. Iha, and if I did, I could have done so at the 40 million Sloan shows I've seen him at). But I'm afraid that Taylor totally caught me singing "Just Tay" (Thanks to that one magazine called Just Tay! that I once saw like 9 years ago, the same day of Aaron Carter: I Am My Own Twin Sister -- oh man, no one gets any of these references, and this is why I have to write an embellished memoir) in the style of James Ingram (If you know, you know you love it. And now me.) after the show when I thought he'd left. Also, I think he heard me say "Ooh, Tay!" to Mike Viola. Oh well.

Anyway, on days like these I forget why I stopped going anywhere or doing anything. Even without enough sleep, I am feeling strangely fine today.

Oh, and just so you know, here's the email I wrote in the cab home:

• TO: Kim
  SUBJECT: Oh butt
  
  Oh kim oh. To see a movie of ethan (HOT HOT ETHAN) and then to go see mike viola + todd AND even who is in the audience but 3rd rock from the sun lady AND james iha AND jason schwartzman AND (it gets crazy) JUST TAY! So I had to sing "just tay". It was more 1997 than 1997. Ps I love you. You you you!