I went to a party last night and meet some lovely people. Some of them I knew. Creative types, hair stylists and artists. The house was a gorgeous re-visioning of your 50's architecture with modern fixtures and impressive art installations. Then that heated pool, stone border work and on the side? A hot tub. I had brought my duffle bag of trunks and towels just in case I wanted to brave cool temps for a warm dip. Sadly I did not as I succumbed to social pressure of one else jumping in. But there was something wrong with this group. Something very, very wrong.
Well I'm just gonna be honest and straight with the reader, these people were happy. These people were relaxed, genuine and excited to see each other. Now I have been the lone wolf at plenty a party and seen the shiny masks people put on at parties. Past the initial greetings their persona melts and they really have nothing to say to you and really don't want to quite frankly. They hurry to the next text, the next social media update and they will let you know if you are interrupting their most important post. Not here though, in fact I don't think I saw a single phone out. I know I didn't see one text send or facebook post given while I we talking to these folks. Let me back up, I did know quite a few people there and they were very happy to see me and engaged in talk that lasted longer then the obligatory 60 seconds. But these new happy people, man they looked at me in the eye and asked how I was and what I did and they all were interested in what I had to say. Were they on drugs? These happy people clearly were out of there minds. Even the hosts of the party were chill, joyful and loving to all who came.
I had recently took Facebook messenger and the app off my phone. This telling move is nothing short of a revelation. It has eradicated my social anxieties. I now actually look up when I'm walking down the clear road ahead. I smile at people, seldom they return the favor as they are screen glued to their phones. When bored or having a free moment I read, write or actually call a person. Like a newly sober alcoholic living one day at time, I'm missing the "Face-crack," yet slowing coming down from my high.
But back to the party with the shiny happy people. I got to meet a hair stylist from Orange County who lamented on the L.A.'s various dancing destinations. A musician cat I knew who was coming up for air, rehearsing like a bandit and gearing up to record a full length album next week. Then one of the coolest gals I know rattled off warm and cold weather destination sites for me to visit. These were real conversations with real people. Again, was it all a dream? Or maybe a new HBO show where characters and dialogue were the main driving force behind each episode? Either way, I was glad to be along for the ride. I want life to be life this every day. I dinners filled with love and joy every night I come home. Oh speaking of food.
A few things that made it quite a lovely affair. Food, they had a fantastic potluck. From homemade ribs to fancy egg rolls, people were licking their plates. Music, the jams were solid. Nothing but dance R&B, Soul and funk. James Brown on the get down. And people weren't stiff and acting all important, they were moving, loving the tunes and refused to be self-absorbed with their dance moves. Nothing says douche bag then the all knowing robo master that dance-shames people off the floor. Dancing is a celebration for the rhythm-less nation as well.
Finally this party was wonderful as who we came to celebrate it for. Luminous and warm, our dear friend has gone through quite a bit these past several years of her life. I know her life has brought out the best in her friends that were just grateful to be with each other on her special night. You could feel the compassion and love in that house and between each soul there. Oh, those shiny, happy people? I'm on one of them too. I'm her friend who came to laugh, eat and dance a little shimmy. See you on down the road.