“electricity.”
flight #3: california zinfandels times three.
There is an electric violin on stage. It is red, small, angular. Holding it in the air is a rather thin, lanky Asian woman, owning her rebel ‘tude with a black slip dress and gothic hair that falls into her eyes. She is racing her bow across her instrument like a criminal sprinting out prison doors.
She is also smiling. So am I.
There are twelve wine glasses on my table. Across its two-foot width sits my friend Danielle, swirling pour number three of flight number one: the first red of the evening. We don’t know the other two people around our four-top, but we are sitting together and sharing this cramped space. The man to my right is white-haired and husky-voiced; the woman accompanying him must be half his age. We learn she is a fashion designer. We’re not sure how they came to be here, together.
There are other musicians on stage: guitars, drums. Sometimes one man sings; sometimes the violinist harmonizes with her voice. The music is loud: it fills the cavernous space, it bounces from tall glass to tall glass.
Three sets and nine generous pours go by. The electricity is pulsing everywhere: in the band onstage, in the crowd’s applause, in my head as yet another sip of wine passes my lips. A flatbread, full of spinach, sundried tomatoes, and ricotta, eventually becomes an 11PM necessity. I should mention: it is Tuesday.
This is the life stimulation I crave. The work day behind me didn’t matter; neither did the yoga class the next morning. I simply lived in a moment, brimming with wine and sound and friendship and food and life.
City Winery: I hope to return to you soon.
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i feel like i was there. lovely!
i always love that even during the week you can forget about your job. i’d say it’s usually the booze that does this for me, but i’m sure the music certainly helped. i wanna go! except i don’t think i’d wake up at 6AM for yoga after twelve glasses of wine. you are a champ.
Well, I’m not always a champ. I had every intention of going to that free class on Sunday morning, and then I went to Death and Co. on Saturday night, and sleep seemed like a nicer idea. :)
We must do something like this again in October! Sofia, you’re invited :).