{"id":7788,"date":"2011-07-01T00:46:17","date_gmt":"2011-07-01T08:46:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=7788"},"modified":"2011-07-01T00:46:17","modified_gmt":"2011-07-01T08:46:17","slug":"magic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/magic\/","title":{"rendered":"Magic"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today I went to see my psychiatrist but he forgot to tell me he’d be out of town. His office is in a studio behind his house, which has a large front courtyard.<\/p>\n

Two beautiful young women appeared in the courtyard and explained that they were houseguests. They invited me inside to have a glass of wine and hang out. I laughed and said no, but when I found out that they were in a band, I changed my mind.<\/p>\n

I went into the house and we talked about their band. One girl played violin and the other was a singer. I didn’t drink the wine, but for the next three hours we talked about everything there is to talk about.<\/p>\n

We talked about death, family, sex, love, religion, childhood, bluegrass, jazz, fado and lipstick. The singer asked if I was wearing MAC Ruby Woo. \u00a0Naturally, we high-fived to the goodness of Ruby Woo. I shared my grown-up wisdom with them: Wear shorts as much as you can while you’re young! They were already wearing shorts, so they probably knew this intuitively.<\/p>\n

I told them about my sons and they were incredibly sweet and compassionate. Then, they offered to play a song for me.<\/p>\n

I closed my eyes and was transported by the sound of a soulful violin and a gorgeous smoky voice that soared and dipped in Spanish, a level of passion and musicianship that blew me away. When the song ended, we were all knocked out by how great it was. They weren’t used to paying as a duo.<\/p>\n

They played another song and I imagined a huge career for them. Their beauty would be a bonus, I told them. We exchanged email addresses and it was hard to part. They walked me to my car and we hugged. One smelled like patchouli and one smelled like flowers.<\/p>\n

I drove home feeling grateful that I could give myself over to happiness when the opportunity presented itself. I thought about how Max would have loved the singer, who wore winged black eyeliner.<\/p>\n

When I got home, no one wanted to hear my amazing story. Regular people are hungry and cranky or \u00a0exhausted, and don’t give a shit about your magical day. They just want dinner.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"