Dancing at the Cheesecake Factory

Yesterday it rained. And then one of the guys in our apartment asked me to share a blessing I had received over the last week. This was just as I was placing the first bite of stir fry into my mouth. This was just at nine o’clock at night. This was just after I had been waiting for him to fulfill his scheduled cooking role for the last three hours.

“Trent?”

 “Not having to spend time with you on the weekend because you were on a trip!” But you really can’t say things like that.

“Uh, I guess I went to the Cheesecake Factory and I got to relax. And even though my friends left pretty soon after I came, it was nice to be alone and I could enjoy my food. Well, actually it was someone else’s food. That’s why it was nice when they left, because they left behind half a piece of chocolate mousse cake, and I got to eat it alone, in the dark, just me and the bill for my eight dollar smoothie.”

Chocolate-hazelnut mousse cake by Heizco

Chocolate-hazelnut mousse cake by Heizco

And all of a sudden I could taste the strawberry in the smoothie and that hint of coconut. I could remember sitting in my suit and eating decadent desserts and feeling rich and unprofessional at the same time – unprofessional because I had to move to another table and eat off someone else’s plate, without their permission, in order to taste the decadent dessert.

And I remember washing my hands in the restroom and feeling that feeling you get late at night after a wonderful day. It’s a sad feeling that makes you want to hug everyone you meet. It’s a happy feeling that makes you want to dance. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s very romantic. And so I danced. Tap, tap, tap, I staggered across the tile floor watching my blue pinstripes blur in the mirror (you can’t dance without a mirror).

The romance came back, even though I was sitting on a freebie couch eating stir fry with unromantic people cross-examining me and no mirror to dance with.

Yes, I had a blessing from God last week – I had a moment of rest.

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