no. 208

Returning from an awards dinner put on for my day job’s board of directors (which, it should be noted, included an unplanned, big-ass bottle of champagne), I found myself in the same state as many of those surrounding me—drink in hand, doing my best to ensure that my zigs and zags weren’t pronounced enough to spill any of my precious beverage.

Amidst the loud dance beats from Bourbon Street strip clubs, and the wash of classic rock cover bands, my ears picked out a lone violin, painting the night with the Rogers and Hammerstein classic “Some Enchanted Evening.” Once I found the street musician across an empty intersection, this romantic classic from South Pacific washed away the noise that carried me there.

I only wish I would have brought my folding chair.

—Mark Spence