Friday night was the big fashion show that Julia had been working on, a collaboration with our friend Matty, that they called Order of the Red Antler. They had been working on it for a couple months, and as the final days approached there were the usual unforeseen complications and hurdles they needed to get over or around. They pulled it off, and it was a smashing success. The clothes they made looked great, the models were gorgeous, and there was an excellent crowd there to see it all.
I’m no stranger to “events.” Usually rock shows, of course, but other things as well. Whenever you do something like this, you hope people show up. When people ask me if I’m nervous when I’m supporting something like this that Julia does, I’m always most anxious about the turnout. It can be exhilarating or crushing, and it’s something that I can do nothing about for her.
So when I saw more and more of our friends showing up, my heart started to melt. I was actually surprised at my reaction. I must be getting old and soft or something, but it had a profound impact on my outlook and how I often view my hometown with a cynical attitude. My mom was there, of course, which I hope I never take for granted because she has always been our biggest fan and supporter, no matter what we do. But other friends we’ve made over our eight or so years here together were out in force.
It meant very much to me, and I know it did to Julia too. For that I’m grateful, and I hope to be a little better in the future about letting people just how much I do appreciate them taking the time to show their support.