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Monday, September 17, 2001
Tonight I laughed. I wasn't sure I could, but I did, I did, I did. And it was all thanks to the glory that is El Vez.

Well, not all thanks. It was also thanks to the wonder that is Dave and the joy that is Crissy.

Not only did I laugh and have fun and stamp and shake and forget, but so did Gina and that, my friends, is magic.

If you get a chance to see El Vez, do not pass it up. Tonight he was balm on my soul. Tonight I am an honourary MexiCAN (not a MexiCAN'T.)

And bless Crissy and Dave, bless them both, I love them so.

Before the show, Crissy saw me and ran over to hug me and I almost cried, I was so glad to see her sunshine smile. (Corny, shmorny, but that's what it felt like.) And she took me over to Dave, and we spoke and it was very good to see him, very very good.

During the show, Crissy shimmied and sparkled and glowed, matched in her effervescence only by El Vez himself. If her smile is sunshine, her voice is the sun itself. The woman can sing, people, oh my good glory can she sing.

After the show, Dave warmed my heart until it bubbled by seeking me out, taking us down to see Crissy and meet The Man Himself (who kissed our hands! squeal!), and commented for the first time in six years about the length of my hair (which is a Very Important Passage Point for me, as some may know. You mention the hair and you're in the Book Of Tavie Love for life, no turning back. As if Dave wasn't already). And we melted into the night full of love and joy and relief.

Yes, relief, because the sum of these experiences was enough to take us away from outside, much like depression era audiences were taken away by two hours of Shirley Temple tap-dancing her way across the screen. The joy of being able to laugh, and see people we admire and appreciate and love, was the best medicine I think I could have had.

Ole!

(On the way up the stairs, after meeting the magnificent El Vez, I was heard to sigh, "I've met God now", to which Crissy was heard to reply, "Careful, you'll make Dave jealous!" Can there be a better moment than that, I ask you?)