On Saturday night, I went out.
I hadn’t gone out to see live music or get drinks in so long that I felt like a teenager sneaking out on a schoolnight.
We went to see The Temporary Thing, my friend Joel’s band, play at the Knitting Factory in Hollywood. The tiny room was packed with friends, fans and stragglers. The band totally rocked. I tapped Rama’s back to the beat of the drums. Tonia shook her hips against mine. Two very tall people swayed like reeds above the entire crowd. It was so exciting to see a crowd there specifically to see them play, this fact made obvious by the way almost everyone cleared out when the 45-minute set was over.
After the show, Becky, Banning, Rama and I ran down Hollywood Blvd. to play amongst the sidewalk footprints and stars at Mann’s Chinese Theater. When I saw Donald Duck’s name on the sidewalk, I shouted with glee. Very loud glee.
We giggled, then kept running up the street, toward the neon lights.