Is it possible that, aside from the fact that I gave Bret most of the coffee of the pot and now need to brew another, things are alright? Good even?
Last night came ... and went. Wonderfully, I think. Laura and I have yet to de-brief, but after much worry and fear of pissing off the Moby-look-alike owner of the venue (I reasoned out he's just always stressed) -- I think we can call a good success. Attendance was low, as to be expected on a rainy/snowy Thursday night on a dark street in Williamsburg. My god, sounds like the beginning of a nouvelle noir or something. Anyway, we didn't pack the room, but we had a good showing. Frank and Allison who run Art for Progress, an artists network/not for profit that I am a part of and have been very much in love with since, well, I first found them, came out. And loved it. And Allison wants us to perform for fashion week - she loved the Newspaper Suites and wants them and was talking about all this installation work for a fashion show, I'm thrilled that she liked what I put together. She's a fantastic designer, and her and Frank are wonderful organizers ...
It was a marvelous display of networking too! Bret and I met at an Art for Progress event (bless the Hamptons)/ I met Erica Quitzow and Gary and their bands at an AFP event that Bret and I both worked // Quitzow played last night, Bret, Frank and Allison were there. It was fantastic. Erica loves dance, and loved that she got to be part of a show with dance. Then, her and Gary asked me to dance at their West Coast tour kickoff party at Mercury Lounge. Can we say awesome?
So, money wise we're okay. If the Valentines day fundraiser goes up, we'll be great. We have enough to file with the Field, and possibly open our account. Then I need to get schooled in not-for-profit management.
But ... its real. And my dress was fantastic, finally a reason for my $80 Miss Sixties splurge from my skinny days this summer.
And we came home, to Brooklyn last night. And we slept so well and I woke up this morning to so much love and I keep thinking when I look at him, this is it, oh wow, this is it. And I'd be more scared if it weren't for the fact that he was amazing last night and gave me great feedback this morning. So we have our morning, I send him out with coffee, he's ten minutes away from work here and my bed is a big lovely. And for the first morning in a long time, I realize who I am.
Today, I get groceries, I clean, I have a massage appointment and then run to teaching. I may see a friend who teaches at the high school I work at, I may come home and work on an article, work on the company.
It was wonderful to leave my bar and say to everyone, I'm starting a company. And then I did.