It’s so weird how sometimes certain things you do make such an impact on your life and ultimately change the course of events that follow. Kind of like the Butterfly Effect; you know the theory that a butterfly flapping its wings changes something (or at least the potential to change something) miles away? Something happens, or you make a decision, that causes a snowball effect, or chain reaction. It certainly isn’t something that we think about consciously when making decisions; as humans, everything we tend to do errs on the side of selfish (if even only a little bit). Rarely, do we make decisions with others in mind; though, we should, because (even if we don’t know it) everything little thing we do makes a difference in someone’s life. Let me show you what I mean.
One of my best friends in the whole world is Craig. He’s the one person in this entire world who knows everything about me: the good, the bad, and the ugly. He knows what I want, what I need, and often, what I will do/say even before I do. Because of all of this, he usually picks out the best birthday presents; which, brings me to the point.
I was eating lunch in the school cafeteria (somewhere around the beginning of February) when my cell phone buzzed. I figured it was an email, but I looked anyway. It was a text message from Craig asking me what I had going on March 17th. As I mentioned, Craig knows me well, which means he also knows that I almost never plan that far in advance. So his question could only mean one thing- something big is coming. It turns out, he wanted to give me an “early birthday” present and asked that I keep my schedule clear for that day.
Now, when I say early birthday, I mean EARLY; my birthday isn’t until November 23rd, which, at that point, was nine months away. I hate surprises, and he knew this; but, I dropped the conversation after agreeing to keep my schedule clear. By the time I got home that afternoon, it was grating on my nerves. I had to know. Well instead of asking him, like I should have done, I decided to research it myself.
I figured that since he was so specific about the date (and asking so far in advance), it had to be something happening only on that day. It turns out, that wasn’t the case, but more on that later. I spent almost 2 hours on Google trying to figure it out. The only thing I found happening around that time frame was Jersey Boys at the Palace, but it was the following weekend, not the 17th. Because it was driving me crazy at this point, I sent him a text pleading with him to tell me, which he did with no argument- Curling lessons; he was taking me for curling lesson. As I said, I should have just asked him right away, because I ended up dropping almost $400 on Jersey Boys tickets for my father and myself.
Remember how I said that the date wasn’t as important as he made it out to be? Well, that’s because that day was the last Curling lesson of the season. The season, which would start again in September, in plenty of time for my birthday; but, Craig doesn’t pay attention to the details. He saw something that would be cool for us to do together and didn’t notice that he could have waited until closer to my birthday.
The curling lesson taught me one thing that will come into play later; I am out of shape!
The week after the Curling lesson, I went to see Jersey Boys with my Dad and fell in love with the show. The next day, I discovered that it was also a movie; so, I rented it and, once again, fell in love. Though this time, it wasn’t just the show that I fell in love with. Something about the guy who played Frankie Valli spoke to me.
The next day, I got an anonymous message on my blog with a link to someone singing my all time favorite song (Unchained Melody). I watched it, and it clicked, that’s the guy!
It was a bizarre feeling; but, I couldn’t get enough. I had to know who this guy was.
I’ll admit it; I became obsessed. I watched YouTube video after YouTube video learning everything I could about this guy. I found one video from Broadway.com that I haven’t been able to stop watching since. This guy is the male version of me; it’s a bit creepy. He’s intelligent (an Ivy leaguer), he speaks Spanish, loves Andy Warhol, loves the 50s and 60s crooner pop/rock, has a wry sense of humor, and studies martial arts. While I’m not an ivy leaguer, I like to consider myself reasonably intelligent; I also speak Spanish (though not fluently as he does- but I’m close). I love Andy Warhol, 50s and 60s crooner pop/rock, have a wry sense of humor, and once studied martial arts.
He talked about all of these things in the interview, along with the catalysts that that drove each. He was talking about how his manager suggested that he take Kung Fu to “get out of his own head” when it hit me. That’s what I need to do! I need to get back into Tang Soo Do. Not only will it help me get back into shape physically, but it’ll also give me the confidence and soul medicine that I need to take turning forty with a grain of salt. So, the next day, I marched down the street to the local Dojang and signed up. I’ve been doing it for several weeks now, and I already feel great. I’ve lost almost 20 pounds and gained some self-confidence. In doing that, I decided to push myself even further and recently started doing Yoga so that I could be more flexible in karate class.
The interview also mentioned that he had released a CD of various 50s/60s songs that any fan of Jersey Boys would love. I bought the CD and haven’t stopped listening to it since.
In watching this interview over and over again (I fell in love with his sense of humor and utterly infectious laugh), I came across an ad that mentioned him returning to NYC for a few shows at Feinstein’s/54 Below. Yes, I’m spontaneous, so yes, I bought the tickets.