August 7, 2011
Last week, four days before I would leave, I decided to drive 11 hours with my foster dog to Utah to visit my parents and meet my friend and his band for their tour date in SLC. You see, I’ve been making an effort to step out of my comfort zone more often. Be more spontaneous. Say yes to things that generally give me low levels of anxiety. Things like spending 4 days in Utah. Like losing two work days to the road. Like meeting up with someone I barely know in a different time zone and driving around at 2 a.m. trying and failing to locate an open restaurant, then watching guitar and drum players jump off of a 2nd floor balcony into a hotel pool. Then watching guitar and drum players get kicked out of a hotel pool. Before that, at the venue, someone with a Gordon Gecko haircut was drunk enough to think that smashing their beer bottle on stage while Those Darlins played was a good idea. Before that, our two-person dance party in the middle of an empty floor became the everyone’s dance party. Before that, I told the nice Mormon boy sitting next to me that L.A. wasn’t as bad as he thought. (“But you have, like, smog.” “Yeah. We do. So do you.”) Before that, I watched sound check and drank Maker’s. Before that, we found sushi in a converted Lutheran church, stained glass windows and all. Days before all of that, I made an excellent decision to be spontaneous.

Last week, four days before I would leave, I decided to drive 11 hours with my foster dog to Utah to visit my parents and meet my friend and his band for their tour date in SLC. You see, I’ve been making an effort to step out of my comfort zone more often. Be more spontaneous. Say yes to things that generally give me low levels of anxiety.

Things like spending 4 days in Utah. Like losing two work days to the road. Like meeting up with someone I barely know in a different time zone and driving around at 2 a.m. trying and failing to locate an open restaurant, then watching guitar and drum players jump off of a 2nd floor balcony into a hotel pool. Then watching guitar and drum players get kicked out of a hotel pool.

Before that, at the venue, someone with a Gordon Gecko haircut was drunk enough to think that smashing their beer bottle on stage while Those Darlins played was a good idea. Before that, our two-person dance party in the middle of an empty floor became the everyone’s dance party. Before that, I told the nice Mormon boy sitting next to me that L.A. wasn’t as bad as he thought. (“But you have, like, smog.” “Yeah. We do. So do you.”) Before that, I watched sound check and drank Maker’s. Before that, we found sushi in a converted Lutheran church, stained glass windows and all.

Days before all of that, I made an excellent decision to be spontaneous.

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