9/15/03

Someone asked me today, “What’s one of those moments in your life where everything is just perfect and life seems more like a fairy tale than something real?”

And, of course, I answered them with the story of meeting Mark.

But no. “Don’t have it be about your significant other.”

I argued back, “But how can I discount something like that when he’s so important to me?”

She said, “Just think of this as something separate from him. Try it again. Think of that moment, and make it distinctive from the time you spend with your boyfriend.”

So I thought. And I was silent for a long time. Not because I was devoid of ideas and thoughts, but because my memories were overflowing their banks, sending a tidal wave of experiences, emotions, and faces through my brain.

But in the end, I picked one.

Salsa dancing on Bourbon Street with Eric. Wearing the outfit that Laura and I had created, holding an authentic Hurricane in my left hand, and my right hand tucked into his, I felt infinite.

I remembered how important dance is to me.

It was an incredibly cool conversation.