The Torch show

I could live in the Women's bathroom at the Paramount.

My night at Tori Amos (continued).

The moral of the story, is the Tori Show made me sad.  As amazing as it was, something was off.  she was like an idol, it was the same songs and same melancholy and it was all about her.  it was not life giving.  Rae felt it too, even being her fourth Tori Show.  We wrote Tori a note at the end telling her first of our love for her but then telling her how we were both struck with the way she was propped up like an idol.  we went on, "if you make yourself low, He will come."  and more... and we were convicted. we were embarassed. we weren't sure, and we were gonna do it. and we kept writing the note over.   we waited and waited at the back door for an hour.  and when she finally came out she ducked in the waiting car, and drove off.  our note in our hand.  But it was ok.

last night we called it this,

that that the Tori Night was our Torch Night.  It torched something important, and how strange that last night we both had a very concerning episode, of enountering someone lost, and both getting it, and being too scared, didn't know what to do.

we prayed into the night last night and it felt good.