I haven’t been to MiMi’s since the place was held up at gunpoint late last summer (well if you don’t count two Mardi Gras stops). I was meeting a guy to interview him for the book I’m working on. The tapas are really good there (patatas bravas, tortilla espanola, artichokes, scallops on bed of red lentils, mushroom toast). We ordered a bottle of rose (rioja) and while I tried to engage the guy in telling his story and keep A and G from steering us off course, a diverse crowd poured in, which was good to see. Our bartender S had beautiful eyes and we got his card – a photographer when not bartending.
It was feeling like the perfect lucky Saturday = 7-7-07.
Before the entertainment came on and after the interview was over, the subject of love came up. A said she had a greeting card in college that had a swarm of people walking in circles around a turnstile and in passing there were dialogue bubbles and thought bubbles with everyone saying “I want you.” “I love you.” “I can’t live without you.” And she laughed and said that that was her view of life. She’s a die hard romantic who believes in love each time she falls, but she’s also a realist who knows it won’t last. G quoted Steve Earle and his Fearless Heart, saying she too had a fearless heart – no matter how many times her heart has been broken, she seems to jump back in.
I had no comment. I’m not an expert on love – I have loved, and understand I have a profound capacity to love, but I don’t now have a set of parameters for love in which I believe. It’s part of my wishy washy self or pragmatic self. If being in a monogamous relationship works for you, then go for it. If it doesn’t, then don’t. Even if you are a serial monogamist – whatever works, works. Open marriages work for some couples. I’d say the only thing I’m against is lying. Especially to yourself.
Soul Sister set up and started spinning records – music from the 70s – the B side – and it started getting a little rowdy. J and K showed up and then I looked up and saw W & L there too. J meanwhile came in on the late shift, looking like a gorgeous little fawn with her hair back in pig tails and her patterned shirt a continuation of the tattoos that cover most of her body. We ended up dancing up a storm afterwards and then heading back to MidCity where we stopped in Pal’s and had a club soda. A bought us the drinks and said it wasn’t every day he got to buy two pretty girls a club soda. Whatyagonnado?
It was nice being out in the city – running into friends – dancing – my thoughts turn to my zen dropping I have kept around for years:
No matter where you are at this moment, it’s exactly where you are supposed to be, no matter how things may seem to appear.