I think I've always been a pretty cautious person. Though, over the years I've come to believe in the value and necessity of being a bit reckless in order to get the things you want. I went to a small, private, all-women's college, so it took me a while to learn how to get a little crazy. During those years I met some of the best people in my life, including one of my favorite pals Frankie. She and I have had a number of adventures together, perhaps my all-time favorite being the time we met and hung out with Arcade Fire.
Almost 4 years ago (wow...so long), Frankie, I and our friend Treza went to see AF play at Roy Wilkins in St. Paul. It was an incredible show to say the least, The Suburbs was their most recent album release and we were so smitten. It was our goal to sneak backstage to meet them. Now, I should mention my friend Treza and I had just been to the Roy a couple days earlier to see The Flaming Lips perform and attempted to get backstage without luck. However, we did end up near the tour bus. And we thought, hey, maybe let's do that again and just wait for the band to come out. So there we stood under a small overhang in the rain, waiting, for an hour. We did happen to make friends with one of the bus drivers who came over to smoke by us a few times. He was completely indifferent to our presence but asked us lots of questions. What were we doing there?
And this is where things got good. "You know," he said, "if you go through those doors, it leads backstage. Nobody is really monitoring who goes in and out, and I bet you nobody stops you. But you didn't hear it from me." We all looked at each other, turned, and moved toward our destiny. As soon as I opened the door I saw Win. How could you miss him? He towered over everything and everyone. I think my heart stopped. I think all our hearts stopped, but somehow we kept walking like we were meant to be there.
I was aware of the rest of the band and other people present, but did not take my eyes off Win. He was like a beacon guiding my feet right to him. I locked eyes with him, walked up, shook his hand and said, "Hey, I'm Julie. I don't know how we got back here, but we're all really big fans and just wanted to meet you guys." He was SO DAMN NICE. They let us stay even after a security guard hassled us for not having VIP passes, gave us beers, talked to us about music, religion, Obama, graphic novels, you name it. We stayed quite a while, and they never dropped a hint we should leave. Eventually we left and were high as kites from the experience.
Frankie and I went to see our pals at the Gorge Amphitheater in Washington a few weeks ago and tried to relive the moment a bit. Here we are recreating our faces/reaction to seeing them for the first time and how cool we felt afterwards.
It was so great to spend some time with her, even though it wasn't that long. I'm realizing more and more these days how fast time really goes. You kind of have to hustle to keep up with it and just take whatever you can get with people along the way. I think people naturally fall in and out of our lives. Friendships and relationships take a lot of work, yeah, true. But I think it's ok to let go for a little while. It doesn't mean you are any less of friends. There are some people I can see after a long time and pick back up where we left off, and Frankie is one of those people. I'm really thankful to have her in my life, and I'm excited to see what trouble we can get into in the future.