Last night Charles and I went to a (free) concert by a group called Craicdown. They played a cocktail of French, Scottish, Celtic, Italian traditional pieces with some of their own compositions mixed in for an extra jolt of flavor. They were an earthy and energetic group, so much so that when the guitarist lost two strings on his guitar, one was the G string, it led to a string of bad jokes that were, none-the-less, amusing.
It started outside in the square at Southern Village. Southern village is one of my favorite places to go. It is in flavor an artsy, yet ritzy, Colorado town. Prominently on the corner is Weaver Street Market, our local natural foods coop that we enjoy sharing our money with when we are able. Marching around the square are cute shops, high class wine bars and food joints with tables out front where you can enjoy the music from the square or the colorful people as they wander by in an endless parade. It is small like the tantalizing taste of gelato the pocket sized shop shares as you look at their dizzying array of temptations.
After one song the lightening began to strike and the rain sprinkled down. It was time to move to the comfort of the miniature book store that is next door neighbor to the gelato shop. It was a conspiracy between the bookstore and the gelato shop and many, cheerful to comply, wandered over tempted by the delights of the gelato store or picked up a favorite book to buy and read while the band played.
Charles and I, being shrewd did not give into the wiles of the bookstore or the gelato shop...(OK I admit, I DID look at all the books and dream but that is all). The music was fantastic and we lost ourselves in its folds as we nestled in the depths of our metal folding chairs.
The large windows displayed the lightening storm provided by nature and added to the warmth and cheerful ambiance of our gathering. It was very easy to loose oneself in the rhythm of the music and the wildness of the storm.
At 9pm it was over. The last guitar string had twanged free of its entrapment and we had all clapped and cheered heartily for the group. Charles and I stood to leave. Out of the group, dutifully switching places, like pieces in that annoying tile game, came a lady and her husband. She looked straight at me and what came out her mouth almost caused me to cup my ear to make sure I heard right and say, "What's that again?" "I so enjoyed watching you during the concert. You know, you have the most beautiful profile!" WHAT!!!?! Is this lady for real?
I have this horrid little bump on my nose that allowed the kids in grade school to call me big nose often and forever sprung me from the club of girls with cute little upturned noses. To say that made my day, is to be light. It made my year...perhaps it made my life. Of course people I know have consoled me about my nose. But to have a stranger come up and say they thought my profile was beautiful...I know she had not one drop of friend obligation. It was astounding.
And as I savor the joy that this little gift gave me. I realize that often I am too embarrassed to share my admiration of someone with them. Especially, if I don't know them. Perhaps they will call the cops and or worse think I am weird.
Or perhaps, it would make their day.
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