When Red dances, all is right with the world.
She never fails to pick me up!
So Monday night, I left my cinema class and took the bus down to the Monday Night Tease. In class we had this guest speaker from the WGA speaker program. Just an eye-opening talk about what drives us to make art in general, and film in particular.
On the ride over to the big show, I finally had a chance to catch my breath. Life has become rather non-stop as of late. Not that I'm complaining -- I'm happy to have the "problems" that I have right now (forming a new theatre company, looking for a new job, writing a full-length play that I'm to direct this fall, etc.) -- it's just that Pam and I are always on the move. That doesn't allow much time for one of my favorite activities, what I like to call "frustrated introspection."
(The above is an oldie but a goodie.)
After being pumped up by the guest speaker, I rapidly declined into frustrated introspection. I'm not going to bore you with the gory details, suffice it to say that I'm nowhere near as far along professionally as I'd like to be. (That's probably a universal feeling.)
So I enter 3 Clubs, take my seat, and basically stew in my own juices for fifteen minutes or so waiting for the show to start. And then it starts. And my girl is first up. She's doing her "Monkeywrench" number, to the tune by Foo Fighters. And here is pure joy.
A calm descends upon me, and all my angst drops away. Soon I'm hooting and hollering with the rest of them. And all is right with the world.
I'm exactly where I want to be, doing exactly what I want to do, and I'm traveling through this life with the best partner a guy could ever ask for.
I wish I could've found a picture of her doing "Monkeywrench." Alas, the most recent picture I could find is her "Every Sperm is Sacred" number, also performed at the Monday Night Tease a couple of weeks back. In this number I share the stage with Red, performing singing sperm puppets:
See that face? Pure joy!