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Some Enchanted Evening

I’m listening to Steven Cravis on my walkman and thinking about the night that Todd and I saw him play piano.

We’d been walking around Harvard Square in Boston a couple of weeks before and seen this woman playing a guitar and singing and liked the little bit of the song we heard. She was also handing out hot pink fliers saying where she’d be performing, in a little coffee house/pub and we took one and put it on the fridge so we wouldn’t forget. We went into Boston the night of the performance and I remember it was raining (although most of our memories of Boston involve rain or snow — we both are convinced that if we were to park at Alewife in order to get on the subway it would be snowing no matter what time of year it was) and we ran the last few blocks in order to get to the place, which was called Christopher’s. As we walked in we could hear this beautiful piano music coming out of the room where performers play, and tiptoed in, it was standing room only. We stood there and listened to the music and both got a bit teary.

Something about the way that he played, or the actual notes, or just the feeling in that room that night, was so…I don’t know. Quietly happy, and a little wistful too. As if you could climb into the music if you only knew how. We bought the tape when he was done performing — it was his last performance before he left to go to Hawaii — and took it home with us and have almost worn the tape out with playing it so many times. Ironically, the woman who we’d originally come to see turned out to be kind of boring and awful, so we left after listening to just one of her songs. Ever since, we’ve tried to find out more about his music — this happened in 1992 — but haven’t had any luck at all. Which makes the whole evening seem even more enchanted and almost like it never happened.

Yesterday I got email from Marian, when we were both logged on, hurrah! We ended up talking on IRC and having a wonderful time catching up. *grin* I told her I was famous again and she said she’d have to break out the dark sunglasses and attack dogs. We both realized just how much we’d missed talking to each other, too, and are going to try to get together on IRC again sometime this weekend.

When Todd got home he was feeling really awful. His ears get bright red when he’s tired. No, really! So his ears were bright red and he was feeling stressed out and tired and sad and overwhelmed. I took him upstairs and kept him company while he changed out of his work clothes and gave him lots of hugs. We decided to make a veggie stir fry for dinner and ended up having an absolutely fabulous time — Todd is the only person I’ve ever met in my whole life who gets cheered up when he cooks, personally, cooking is just about number 874 on my list of things to do when I’m feeling sad — and ate the stir fry, agreeing that our bodies were both saying, “VEGGIES! YAY! I forgot!” and doing the Happy Dance O Veggies Joy.

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