I am a goldfish.

This blog post has been sitting unfinished for a couple of weeks, gathering dust and the odd sentence here and there as I would return to poke at it with the intention of completing and posting it. Invariably, some distraction or other would come up, be it my father bellowing my name to ask a question I have answered three times already in the same day, or something entirely too shiny or fun for my own good which demanded my immediate attention.

A few weeks ago, I had the unimaginable good fortune to be invited to an apparently rather exclusive party at a typically still-more-exclusive room at a club in Boston. We're talking the kind of place I could never afford to go to on my own: the Foundation Room at the House of Blues. I heard it costs something like $8k for a one-year membership to get into this room on a regular basis, and when you walk in, you can see why.

The room itself is impressive to look at. Lavishly decorated, it has booths set back into the walls like little dens of opulence, and cushioned sofas and ottomans scattered around coffee tables where people can enjoy a leisurely drink or meal. It also boasts richly colored carpeting on the walls in bold geometric patterns, and Oriental carpets covering the floors. Paintings and sculptures fill the empty spaces on the carpeted walls, and across from the moderately overpriced bar is a fireplace and a marble bench.

Adam described the place as swanky; he was not wrong.

The room was also filled with an incredible energy, generated by the band's family, friends and supporters, as well as other music lovers, including guests invited by a local Boston radio station, WERS, who hosted the event. The band mingled for a while before playing an extended set which included improvised lyrics about playing a swanky room with carpets on the walls, for a crowd made up of their biggest supporters. I felt honored to be included among that count, and I feel even more honored each time I go to a show only to be greeted warmly, like an old friend.