Last night, I was co-hosting my friend’s really cool radio show. While driving home, I was stopped by the police on suspicion of a DUI. After being questioned, taken to the station, passing all the various tests, and being kept awake all night, I was cleared and released at ten o’clock this morning. I got home by eleven and took a nap for an hour and a half.
This afternoon, I sold a keyboard case on Craigslist to a really nice guy who plays bass for churches in West Linn and Vancouver.
This afternoon, a lady came by to try (and hopefully buy) one of the two accordions I’m selling. She had a third one to look at elsewhere first, so she wanted to try that one before she settled on one of mine. She told me she’d let me know after she saw that one. Totally fine. Let’s hope she buys mine.
This afternoon, I wrote out the complete version of the police story here in BFS&T, in order to capture all the details as best I could remember them.
This evening, I played accordion with PolishCellist and our violinist friend at a swanky downtown venue with a North African theme, as part of a gigantic bellydance event featuring the most famous bellydancer in the world. She’s so famous that even I know who she is. The venue was full of elaborately clad dancers, cabaret performers, musicians, photographers, and a host of other interesting people. It was loud, frenetic, and beautiful, and I’ll remember it for a long time.
Just now, I got home from the bellydance event and wrote down this short synopsis of the day’s events, in order to capture all the details as best I could remember them. The ironic, caricatural nature of the day’s highs and lows, and the significance of the juxtaposition between them, was not lost on me. The whole time I was enjoying the gig I kept laughing to myself and thinking, This morning, I was in jail.
My eyes won’t focus anymore. I’m finally going to collapse in bed, so that I can be ready for rehearsal at ten o’clock in the morning.
Life is weird.
How was YOUR day?