Friday, April 2, 2010

Magical Moment 57, "Branch Out"

Last night I had a gig in Brooklyn booked for 8 pm. For this particular event, however, I had to bring a mike, mike stand, amp, cables, and a bag of sheet music. And because I have no "roadie," I had to drive my own car in order to transport everything by myself. I decided to leave my house freakishly early because I've never driven to Brooklyn before and I didn't want to risk being late or even the stress of cutting it too close.

I arrived in Brooklyn and parked my car in a nearby garage about 2 hours early. This being only the 2nd time in my entire life to set foot in Brooklyn, I had no idea what to do with myself when I walked out of the parking garage. I looked left. I looked right. Then decided to walk until I found a Starbucks or Dunkin Doughnuts and sit for 2 hours. After several blocks, I had no such luck. Apparently, there is no coffee chain on every corner in Brooklyn like there is in Manhattan or New Jersey. I broke down and decided to do some shopping. Yes, the point of booking jobs is to make money, not spend it, but what can I say? It's almost my birthday, right? Somewhere between Grand Army Plaza and Eighth Avenue, I decided I better not spend all my money before I earned it and parked myself in a local cafe for a while.

I surrendered to the idea of having to choose a coffee shop that I was not familiar with and chose a tiny, Cuban cafe. When the lady asked what I wanted, I told her, "I just want something with chocolate." She smiled and served me a home-made oreo cookie and genuine cup of Cuban coffee.

I sat at the stainless steal table, looking out the window at the Brooklyn locals in this trendy neighborhood, eating my treat one crumb at a time. I realized that their every-day, sit-in-a-cafes and window-shop outfit was far more stylish than my so-called "cocktail dress" for that evening. Regardless, I enjoyed the next 45 minutes. My home-made oreo was amazing. It looked like solid food. It felt like solid food. But when I put it into my mouth, it melted into sweet goodness. And the coffee, I must say was just as good, if not better than Dunkin Doughnuts.

In that moment, I was glad that I chose to branch out. Well, not so much chose, as was forced to. Either way, I experienced a great surprise. How much more could I experience in my life, should I choose to branch out just a little more?

1 comment:

Debbie said...

Coffee and chocolate, does it get any better than that? Also you don't see it in yourself but you get out of your comfort soon more in one month that some people do in a year, good for you!