this weekend has been the most spiritually fulfilling experience yet. Friday night, I sat in on a casting session, then had a great dinner. the kind of dinner that makes you forget that there people who were invited but didn't show. it didn't matter because the company i was in was fantastic at keeping me entertained and thinking. We ate sushi and drank out way into a $200 bill (even with everything being 50% off) until the restaurant closed at 1am. Frolicking through the city in search of more drinks, adventure, a dance floor to let loose on. It was a good night with good friends and some new ones.
saturday it snowed. while most people would frown, (and as much as i dislike the cold/snow) i am a huge secret fan of snow. the way it blankets all the flaws of this city, creating a picturesque scenery. the mild chill becomes something i can stand especially when i look over and see the joy my kids have in what nature has provided for them to play in. a walk to the train seemed frustrating until i just enjoyed the fact that they were completely satisfied playing in the snow, 6 feet from their home. that although, the plan i set for the day was centered around them and other people's desire to see them (and vice versa); plans are meant to be fluid. we eventually made it to the brooklyn children's museum, where long time friends (family really) led my children through the exhibits and indulged themselves in being kids for an afternoon. it was a day of laughs and love. even when my rambunctious son tripped and hit his head on an exhibit. after about 30 minutes of rest with an ice pack, he was right back up, ready to conquer (or destroy) the world. we ate our pizza on the train since it was the only place with seats. i held them for a time, relishing in the day's events. enjoying the calm of being in their presence. the peace of being surrounded by family.
and then came saturday night, an unexpected awesomeness of art. the plan was to go to reggay and find some pyt to whine up with... that was until i was invited to see a friend's band perform at a lingerie themed birthday party. both parties were in williamsburg, so i figure 2 birds, one stone. i'm gonna do it! so after a solitary dinner, some cheap shots at continental, and a short search for an outlet to charge my phone, i caught (by luck) the last L train to brooklyn. the walk to public assembly is short. so i glide in looking for this party. i peak my head in the door, and despite it being 11pm, there are about 5 people scattered around the front room blasting reggae. clearly it's not my type of party just yet. so i figure i'll catch Deathrow Tull perform and come back.. 3 stops, a short walk and quick stop at the liquor store (about 20 mins later) I am standing outside 255 Mckibbin st, trying to find a way in. I follow the signs posted for a party in the building since i don't know the name of the person throwing it. All I know is my friend Dyalekt's band is performing. {I later find out that this party is apart of something called 12 Days of Art being hosted by Brooklyn Wildlife. BTW if you have some free time, check out these events because they (and all the people involved) kick ass} getting back to the fact that i initially wandered into the wrong party in which a well dressed friendly fellow named Paul, let me stay and enjoy myself until my friend showed up. I jumped on the option until i saw that I had zero reception in the space and went back to waiting by the back door. a few minutes later Dy appears with a gang of people (presumably the band, or not.. ) and entry to an upper level where the party is occurring is granted. After paying a $3 entry fee and stripping down to my panties and night shirt, the party begins. at first it's quite empty, but soon fills up as people arrive in large numbers. more clothes are shed. drinks go around. shots & j's available at the bar.. i'm given free range with a camera. i can not be more giddy by this trust given to me. and so i frolic and give myself over to the good vibe in the room. more shots, more weed smoke, pictures, flashing lights. art covers the walls, black lights provide ambiance and in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. the band plays and the entire party is lifted. many pictures later, i return the camera after the set is done but continue to frolic. this whisky & burbon begin to have it's way with me and i let loose on the dance floor, not really knowing what i'm doing, just feeling my way through the music. and it feels good. moment of euphoria and epiphany. i escort an australian to get his friend, as it is a two man operation. pit stop in the hallway back to the party, i'm drunk now and i know it, my feet constantly kick the empty beer cans & bottles over, so i take a seat. the gathered musicians follow suit and before i know it, there's a freestyle jam session in play, complete with human beatboxes. i jump in, jump out and listen and sing/hum/rap along as my spirit moves me. the circle ends, there was a video. i hope to find it. i continue to dance and mingle & party and be wrapped up in the joy of the evening. it is now evident that i am drunk but never once was i unaware. i never made it back to reggay, but i'm sure i didn't miss much.
i slept like a baby that night, wrapped up in a blanket on my friend's couch. unknowing of what this move holds for my future but more motivated then ever to continue my artistic pursuits from amateur into professional. it's how i was meant to live, i now know that i am talented enough to compete and compare. to make it in this city i love, indulging in a life of art. i can't wait to leave just to come back and test the waters. this was a fabulous send off weekend as much as they could be.
