(...to my soul)
do you ever have those moments where you realize your life is just like the movies?? i know i have a lot of moments where i realize my life is nothing like the movies (read: no chick-flick romance where i fall in love with my best friend's man; no dodging bullets at slow motion speed in a trench coat; etc)... but there are those occasional moments where my life actually feels like the movies.
last night was one of those moments.
he and i went to the fillmore to see owl city and mat kearney. mat was great, but his set was too short. owl city was good, but only for so long {his music makes me feel like i'm in a perpetual state of half-consciousness, waking up to owls and fireflies and meteorshowers and techno keyboard video games}. the crowd was young, female and sweaty, so shortly into the owl city set we moved into the back of the venue to just plain messed around. we danced like hippies, we sang like crazies, we each picked moments from our first four dates and tried to recreate them in the dark of the big auditorium we were standing in (this included cartwheels, pretend rock climbing and zombie brain eating). finally, we decided to leave.
as we exited the fillmore to start our 6 block walk back to his car, we noticed it was sort of raining. then about twenty feet into the first block, it started really raining. and then pouring. and then torrents of buckets of walls of water: there was no getting out of this rain. we started running a little, him in his shorts and flip flops, me and my skinny jeans and sandals. about three blocks in, and 42 puddles later, we realized we were already soaked to the bone and we weren't running from anything: my hair was plastered to my face, my jeans were heavy and trying to slink off, and my nose was dripping water. he wasn't doing much better.
the whole time we were running we were laughing and joking, pulling raindrop-laden tree branches as we passed under, hoping to soak the other person. we jumped over puddles at first, then we jumped in puddles afterwards. we finally got to his car, and waited to cross the street, dripping water liking drowned rats coming up for air. we held hands and hopped across the street to the safety of his car. we stood under the street light, soaking in the downpouring rain.
we then jumped in the car, drove through massive puddles and spontaneously stopped at d bar for a late night dessert to go. we ran into the bar, freshly wet, after just having jumped through a river-like flow of water down the alley, and waited patiently as they plated our cake and raspberry bombe to go. we ran back to the car with our goodies and headed back to my house, where we changed into sweats and ate dessert on the couch, with wet hair and soggy skin.
it only lasted a few minutes, really, the rain dance and dessert run... but i caught myself in the moment then, and even as i think of it now, i can hear the faint voice of van morrison playing in the background, a perfect soundtrack to the images of the night: running through the rain and puddles, laughing; the street light illuminating the wet night; our soaked selves, standing in the rain; sitting on the couch in our cozy sweat pants and wet hair, eating chocolate cake... and it feels like i was in the most romantic, wonderful, beautiful movie ever made. i couldn't have written it better.
i love movie moments. especially when they are my real life.
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