It's the little things...
Often it's the little things that are basically unexplainable that force a smile on my face. I was sitting at work this afternoon kerning the word "Multi-Grain" to within a millimeter of it's life when I heard something in my headphones that brought back a pleasant memories. A co-worker walking past must have been looking at me during that instant I smiled for no apparent reason. He stopped, he looked at me, he looked at my monitor (with the word "Multi-Grain" taking up 80% of my 21" monitor). He shrugged and walked on. The smile trigger was in my headphones...
It's March, I'm in Austin standing a few feet back from yet another stage during SxSW. It's mid-afternoon of lord knows what day, the sun and sound are out in full force. For about twenty minutes I've been watching a band I am extremely familiar with sing, stomp, strum and generally beat the crap out of their set. They're playing with as much enthusiasm and gusto and they have for years, if not more. I'm looking up at the guitarist... sweat dripping from his brow... and contemplating that one magnificent pool game at Double Door where I kicked his a$$ in a style I had never done before (and probably never will again). That instant he stops staring at his strings, the crowd, his beer, whatever... and looks directly at me. I wink. He must not have noticed yet that my friends and I were there. He let out a little laugh and gave me the hugest grin I've ever seen on his face. It's rather amazing that just the memory of an unexpected smile can bring a grin to my face nine months after happening. The trigger...
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