Life Last Friday at the Sculpture Park
posted by June 12 at 14:10 PMon
Last Friday afternoon I raced—literally, ran down Denny—to On the Boards for what I thought was a 5 pm show but turned out to be an 8 pm show. Bummer. Had hours to kill. Bought a magazine at a Safeway, put my iPod on shuffle, walked down to the sculpture park. Sat on a bench at the entrance to the pavilion, where a few of the sculptures and the water and the sky are laid out in front of you like a gigantic painting. Was minding my own, legs crossed, when a pretty woman sat down next to me.
“Are you Max?” she said. She wore a black dress and excellent lipstick.
No, I said.
She made a bummer face. “I didn’t think he’d have an iPod on.” There was a long, mysterious, beautiful pause. We really seemed to get along in our silence. It was chemical. Then she said, “So far it’s all been—” and did a thumbs-down.
“Thumbs down?” I offered.
Still had no idea what she was talking about, but I said, “Well, don’t keep on—”
“I’ve discontinued the practice,” she interrupted. “This is the last one.”
“Well, you can sit here next to me,” I said, and I actually did want her to keep sitting there.
“No, I think that’d be weird. If he sees us…” she said.
She got up, said goodbye, and went looking for Max.