the things we do

for the second night in a row, perhaps two of my most favorite people in the world will take the stage together at wrigley field, such a proud venue with such rich history, singing some of my most beloved songs while i'm still here, mere 3 hours away, doing my thing. the thing i'd rather not do on this particular weekend, at this very hour.

but we all have to do the things we do sometimes. especially when we wish we could stay a little longer but can't, or when when we hope we could be somewhere else but were unable to.

so i sit here at the edge of my seat, staring into the tea cup at the anamorphic reflection of my face, imagining what it must have been like, listening to the songs i would have danced my heart out to. and just when i was getting up, the sudden realization that i'm still holding that cup of tea hits me as drops of scalding hot liquid make contact with my thigh.

what am i doing? i can't even dance.

so i sit back down, resigned to my own fate. i continue listening, and i will always continue listening till the day the music dies. but somehow this past week it felt as if that event is imminent, maybe it's because of the departure of mike portnoy from the band he founded, the band that i have come to be obsessed with for the past 10 years.

or maybe it's because i'm still here for the second day in a row, on a perfect afternoon, wishing i was somewhere else.

+listening to: you can bring me flowers by ray lamontagne