Sunday, September 11, 2011

Holy Fucking Shit Day, ten years later…

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fun with black mountain symphony :: september 4, 2011

Does anyone else remember that label or was it particular to a group of bloggers I used to read?

Whatever.

Ten years later, it’s still a very appropriate sentiment.

Like the Challenger disaster of 1986, I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing.

I don’t really want to focus on that today…

I’d rather focus on the great time I had last night, or the great time I had last weekend, or really any great time I’ve had in the past ten years.

Last night - big surprise - I went to see Black Mountain Symphony. It’s going to be the last time for a while - I’m starting classes, the restaurant is prepping to open - life is getting in the way of my having a life. Boo!

It was a quiet night (for me). I hung out with Alex, Robyn and Toni (aka the girlfriends). We made fun of the bachelorette party. We made fun of the drunk people determined to bump and grind no matter what the song was.

I sat back and just let the music wash over me. Feeling all my stress wash away… if only for a few hours. As always, I don’t think the band knows how much I appreciate the therapy. It was a long drive to Manchester, VT. Just as long as the trip to Albany, but I needed those six hours in the car to clear my head. There is a reason I do this to myself.

I look at this exchange on Facebook and it just makes me warm and fuzzy. Forgive me if I choose to focus on this today instead of what happened on that terrible day ten years ago. 

I dwell on enough of the bad that has filled my life. I don’t need to dwell on the significance of this day.  I know what today is, I know what happened, and I know I will never forget.

Posted by Matty on 09/11 at 09:49 AM
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