Do you ever look at your life and think "how did I get here"? Mine is sometimes borderline ridiculous.
On Friday afternoon I did my usual Rockstore ride. Usually I do it in one go, but for some reason I stopped to smell the flowers, or rather, to view the Pacific Ocean; at a certain point along Mulholland Drive you can see the ocean to the left, and the Conejo Valley to the right. It was a bright clear day with a beautiful view, and I stopped to enjoy it. Sometimes I pretend my iPod is prescient; it foretells the future by picking songs while on "random play". So while I'm sitting there, my crystal ball iPod picked Eddie Money's "two tickets to paradise". I tried to figure it out; huh, why did it choose that?
That night I ended up taking my daughter Alex, her boyfriend Nathan, his friend Des, and Des' girlfriend Madi to a concert; we saw Thrice and Circa Survive at the Avalon Theater in Hollywood. O.M.G. Of course! Des is ... Eddie Money's son. I am not making this up.
In the middle of the concert - which was awesome by the way; I had never heard of Thrice, but they're great - I found myself thinking about "two tickets", and how weird and wonderful life can be, and the thought sprang into my head, "how did I get here?"