Sunrise Pie
I have a friend, Mo, who went to LMU the last 2 years and transferred to Berkeley this year. She was regularly my refuge from LA cheese. She is also an incredibly smart, talented woman who plays a mean guitar. She has the most angelic, natural voice of anyone I know, and she and I would occasionally sing together, since I can't accompany myself at all. We played at open mic once, and it was awesome - I hadn't sung in front of people in such a long time and it was such a rush. So, Mo is friends with another blues musician/singer/songwriter named Matt. He is also amazing. I've heard him play before at Open Mic and I've heard her talk about him a lot, since they are super close friends, but he and I hardly know each other. We've met a couple times, we talked about playing music together after Mo transferred once. I was sure he didn't really know who I was but at a party last spring he found me and said he just needed to tell me how beautiful I am. "No, you're absolutely gorgeous. I just had to tell you that." and he walked away. He is a really warm, wonderful person and he became someone I aspired to know better.
Cut to Friday night, when I went to Matt's halloween party. I had been invited by mutual friends and showed up donning my most excellent Jessica Rabbit costume, and ran into Matt again. He was, again, extremely kind and welcoming to his house. I thanked him on Facebook (a blessing and a curse) and suggested that we make music together soon, since neither of us had Mo anymore down here, our former music making partner. Then, randomly last night, he IM'd me and we started chatting, eventually deciding per his suggestion, to go get a pie from the grocery store and find somewhere beautiful and eat it. So I picked him up at 3:30am and we did just that. He brought his guitar, we got a pie from Ralph's, drove to the edge of a bluff and parked next to a lot of no parking/no trespassing signs, sat on the hood of my car, and ate pie, got to know eachother, talked a little philosophy, a little religion, a little social order, and a little love. He played me a few songs, even making one up on the spot about us eating pie together at sunrise (which it was by the time we finished).
There were a bunch of beautiful stars when we first arrived, but by the time the marine layer rolled in, we could only see a couple. We looked at the moon through the chain-link fence protecting the public works building on the other side. Below us to the right were the Ballona Wetlands, and below us to the left was the sewage treatment plant, just beyond which you could see the glimmering reflections of strand lights in the ocean. He played his guitar with timed sprinklers singing backup, and occasional airplanes chiming in.
I am so glad Matt and I went out and ate a pie at 4am. It reminded me of so much of the beauty I am surrounded by daily, and of how much more often I ought to take time to appreciate it. It reminded me of how much more often I need to make friends over apple pie at dawn. I was going to wash my car today but I kind of like that there are two clean sripes on the hood where we sat and enjoyed the moment.
Cut to Friday night, when I went to Matt's halloween party. I had been invited by mutual friends and showed up donning my most excellent Jessica Rabbit costume, and ran into Matt again. He was, again, extremely kind and welcoming to his house. I thanked him on Facebook (a blessing and a curse) and suggested that we make music together soon, since neither of us had Mo anymore down here, our former music making partner. Then, randomly last night, he IM'd me and we started chatting, eventually deciding per his suggestion, to go get a pie from the grocery store and find somewhere beautiful and eat it. So I picked him up at 3:30am and we did just that. He brought his guitar, we got a pie from Ralph's, drove to the edge of a bluff and parked next to a lot of no parking/no trespassing signs, sat on the hood of my car, and ate pie, got to know eachother, talked a little philosophy, a little religion, a little social order, and a little love. He played me a few songs, even making one up on the spot about us eating pie together at sunrise (which it was by the time we finished).
There were a bunch of beautiful stars when we first arrived, but by the time the marine layer rolled in, we could only see a couple. We looked at the moon through the chain-link fence protecting the public works building on the other side. Below us to the right were the Ballona Wetlands, and below us to the left was the sewage treatment plant, just beyond which you could see the glimmering reflections of strand lights in the ocean. He played his guitar with timed sprinklers singing backup, and occasional airplanes chiming in.
I am so glad Matt and I went out and ate a pie at 4am. It reminded me of so much of the beauty I am surrounded by daily, and of how much more often I ought to take time to appreciate it. It reminded me of how much more often I need to make friends over apple pie at dawn. I was going to wash my car today but I kind of like that there are two clean sripes on the hood where we sat and enjoyed the moment.