Hey everyone. It’s been a hot minute. First I was busy finishing my semester of graduate school, and then I was a bit lost. I ended my relationship, finished my semester, and wrapped up my internship, and I was a little lost; but I’m getting back on my feet, and the coolest. Fucking. Thing. Has just happened that inspired me to write again. Let’s get into it.
Around March of this year, I adopted a new mindset: “embrace the plot twists of each day.” What cool thing happened that I wasn’t expecting? Who did I meet, or what news did I receive, that I didn’t know was going to happen? This is helping me rediscover a sense of curiosity in my days and start to release my need to control everything.
It was a normal Thursday, or so I thought. My mom got home from work and I was looking forward to us chatting about our days. While she took a phone call, I checked Facebook. And there I saw it: Hozier was at the Electric Fetus record store in Minneapolis at THAT very moment! I raced out of the house and dragged my mother out with me – after she’d already had a long work day – with absolutely zero research or planning. Not one brain cell was used in that moment. 🙂
Since I stood in line for an hour, I had a nice chance to admire the Electric Fetus. I’ve never been there before, but it’s a nifty little joint. They’ve got some cool records displayed in the windows, but the only name I recognized was The National, and that’s only because of Taylor Swift. Inside, they had rows upon rows of CDs and DVDs. I saw a few familiar names like Diana Krall, Pink Floyd, and Bonnie Raitt, and a TON of other artists.
As we got closer and closer, I had to remind myself that grown adults do not jump or shriek at the sight of a celebrity. I did a decent job remaining calm, and I had plenty of time to rehearse my introduction, but the meme of “oh my god, it’s happening” from The Office kept running through my head.
Finally, it was my turn! An hour of waiting was absolutely worth the three minutes of conversation. I showed him the photo of when we last met and mentioned I loved two specific songs of his. He said “thank you, that means the world”, and I got to give him a proper hug! I was mainly happy that I could say actual words this time. When we met in 2019, I’m pretty sure I just squeaked like a mouse the whole time.
Apparently Hozier played a show at First Ave on Wednesday the 17th, and I didn’t even know he was in town. I was surprised to find out I wasn’t that upset about missing the show. I think I would be a lot sadder if I had missed both events, but there was some unknown divine reason that I was not supposed to be at First Ave on Wednesday night.
This was all a long way of saying that I got one of the best surprises of my life on a random Thursday in May, and it restored my faith in life’s many plot twists. It was such a pleasure to see my Irish fae husband again, and cool to check out a local indie record store. That’s all from me for now, and I’ll catch you on the flip side.