....loading in for the big CD release party at the club she loves more than any other club in the entire world. The drive over was cold, drizzly and long. Through the mix of exhaust and road spray thoughts such as "I hope I don't whack myself in the head with a microphone again or do something else stupid" and "Man, this rain is going to keep people away" and "What a drag so many people already emailed to say they couldn't make it" and "Did I fill the belt buckle?" run through her head. Pulling up to the club, once again tragically prompt for anyone- especially a musician, she starts getting out the guitar and t-shirts and CD's and other crap and slogging it to the door. Pushing into the club, the scene is familiar, a crowd around the bar toasting happy hour.
And then it all starts to spin in a crazy, timewarp-y kind of way. The crowd is not the usual happy hour crowd, it is composed almost entirely of her sorority sisters, many of whom she has not seen in years. Most of whom had lied through their teeth saying they could not come to the show! Standing there like a slack-jawed idiot, no words come out of her mouth except for things like "What the ...?" and "What the....?" and also "Huh? What the...." The shell shock lasts for a good long while as even more sisters appear- as if there was a little clown car outside then they just kept pouring out of it. Someone flew in from Minneapolis this afternoon and has to fly back tomorrow at 6AM- from Dulles??!?!? Another came in from Seattle?? And New Orleans? And New Jersey and Pennsylvania and Richmond?
New thoughts take over from the drive time version: "I can't believe I didn't know" "Are they crazy?" "How did I get so lucky to have such great friends?" "Holy Crap! We better not suck tonight!" "Do I lose my indie cred once everyone finds out I am Delta Gamma born, Delta Gamma bred, Delta Gamma till I'm dead?" "Am I dreaming this?" and "Did I fill the belt buckle?"
So, that's what happened to me at the CD release party. Unbeknownst to me, all the Delta Gams plotted and planned for months, called Steve at IOTA for the details (alot) and surprised the living crap out of me because, as one said, "Some have baby showers and bridal showers, you have a CD release". I agree, the labor was long and hard, after all.
So anyway, that's how the night started. Check the photos for the rest of the story. I'm pretty sure they won't print them in the alumni magazine but we're gonna try.
We sat around afterwards and drank and talked and laughed till the smoke alarm went off. The same amazing, crazy, funny, eclectic bunch we were back in the day when we didn't fit in any other sorority so we formed our own, and proceeded to set backseats of cars on fire using only a beer keg and throw raw biscuits at each other for reasons still unknown.
Sometimes life is just so good you can't even figure out how to deal with it or how to express it or how to thank them all for understanding that showing up for your CD shower means the world and then some.
Damn Good.
I think I need to refill the belt buckle, there are still too many caribou in here.