Monday, January 18, 2010
Just making the most of it
No reason to go on about the tragedies in the world. Everyone else is, and talk doesn't change things. We do what we can, where we can, and in the meantime make the most of what we're given.
For instance, a show of clever, artistic furniture stuff including a wall of flowers, held in place by heavy duty magnets. Isn't Klint Schor inventive? Yes. Yes he is. And a glass marble mosaic countertop, along the lines of something that's been in my head for years.
Now, I'm not a grrl with an infinite sum of moneys at my disposal, but that doesn't mean I can't find a near-constant array of amusements at my fingertips. If it's not a festive art opening, perhaps it's Ingrid's early on a Saturday afternoon, for the live band playing a fun, fine array of tunes to dance to. Not saying I can dance, because I can't, much. But I sure like pretending I can. For the price of a cup of coffee and a few delicious cookies, you can have one smile-inducing great date. Oh, and a few bucks into the band's tip jar when it comes around.
Art, Ingrid's, art, music, beautiful mild sunny afternoons, and maybe a little indulgent mail order shopping as well. (I'm only human...) Thanks to a tip on the Fedora Lounge, I learned of these stellar Diesel shoes offered on Amazon, for a fraction of their $100 plus price tag. I couldn't resist, and placed my order. Though tracking info told me they'd been en route for a few days, they didn't arrive Saturday, so a disappointed me reckoned I'd have to wait till Tuesday. Not so. Despite it being a holiday - no mail, no school, no bank, etc. - FedEx troopered on and delivered my shoes! Hooray. They happily arrived to coincide with the complimentary tickets Tony and I had been offered for an Oklahoma City Jazz Band concert. What timing. I put those gorgeous, two-toned babies on and headed up to the top of the Chase Tower, aka The Petroleum Club, for a swanky, evening with friends, a stellar skyline view of the city in all its sprawling glory, and some amazing jumping jive. You can have all the dvds, cds, music files, youtube videos you want, but nothing compares to the complex beauty of real live, played by humans music.
Yes, I adore live performance.
It was an educational night as well. I learned that the director/conductor/band leader fellow, from my angle of viewing his profile, sometimes looks like a mature Frank Sinatra, and sometimes looks like Mr. Roper from "Three's Company".
I also learned that even though you rinse and rinse and rinse a plastic juice bottle before you add a little cheap red wine with which to top up your $5 glass from the bar, it can still impart a curious Mango Naked flavor to the beverage.