I spoke last week of the sudden passing of my dear friend; Jason. I have had a bit more time to process his death since I last wrote, and was able to fly home to attend his memorial service which brought with it the opportunity for closure, as well as some new and -to me- very profound ideas about life that had not previously been on my mind or in my heart.
My friend Jason and I had a million incredible adventures together. One of the most epic, being when we were in our early twenties. We were both in serious relationships at the time (as serious as a relationship can be at twenty and twenty-two respectively), but neither of our significant others were available, so we decided to travel together -just the two of us- to Houston, TX to audition for American Idol.
The drive was long…and a total blast.
Houston was a million degrees, and rainy. For one humid and smelly night, we slept in line on the sidewalk, eager to take our place among the reality stars of the early 2000’s.
The morning of the audition, Jason held my compact mirror up in front of my face as I plugged my curling iron into the only outlet I could find -it was attached to one of the large wooden planters that decorated the outdoor plaza in which we had spent the last 24 hours- and as I attempted to make myself look presentable, Jason acted as my stylist; ensuring that I didn’t miss any hairs that needed tending to on the back of my head, and making sure I didn’t have lipstick on my teeth. As we did our best to warm up our voices in the Houston swamp, Jason cheered me on; knowing that while we were BOTH there to audition, singing was a forte of mine, and a life long dream to share with the world.
I don’t remember much about the actual audition, but I DO remember the two of us together the entire weekend, eating our weight in pistachios, listening to Tim McGraw, laughing at ourselves for taking on such a ridiculous adventure, and loving it because we were together.
“…a heart don’t forget somethin’ like that.”
In my session nine post,