Feaverish

I leave work an hour early but as it happens I needn’t have; the roads are open and the trip from the beach to Thai Town takes less than half an hour. It’s possibly a record and to top it off we get a parking spot directly in front of the club where in an hour or so we’ll be seeing The Blow and The High Places and Mirah. A high five is exchanged.

In this part of town the sidewalks are decorated with concrete stars and the names of celebrity entertainers and we follow them around for a while to kill time and end up at the restaurant where, a week earlier, I’d been unable to get a reservation. We walk in and ask for a table and after some apologetic shuffling they seat us at the bar. Food is just as good when you’re sitting on a stool, and I eavesdrop on the women sitting next to me talking excitedly about Hillary and Obama and The Issues and I turn back to C and she’s got that food-induced smile on her face from the cheese or the almonds or the honey or maybe the grilled bread and for a second it seems like maybe everything everywhere is going to work out okay for everyone.

The Blow — Parentheses [mp3]

The High Places — Head Spins [mp3]

Mirah — The Light [mp3]