“Annoying are you, daisyfae. Out of my car you shall get…”
I’ve had a delightful opportunity to hang with yoda this week. At the workshop, i’ve enjoyed watching the reaction of the attendees whenever he speaks… from the back of the room, i would see people talking, getting up for coffee, surfing the web* while presentations were underway. Yet as soon as the unmistakable voice of yoda was heard commenting, or raising a question? Silence. No fingers clicking away on keyboards, conversations cease. All heads turn to hear the soft, yet poignant words of the master. This was almost always followed by some groupie saying loudly “Great comment – i couldn’t agree more. And furthermore…” at which point, heads again nod in Blackberry prayer and people resume their surfing, e-mail and conversations.
After another round of ridiculous quantities of alcohol, joining the band as guest artist, and other stupid behavior networking late last night, i was up at the festive hour of 5 am. Prior to my late night excursion into the underbelly of Retired, Over-Cooked Yuppie Central, i had agreed to join yoda on a sunrise excursion with a small gaggle of loyal followers into the Joshua Tree National Park. With just 3 hours of shut eye, i dutifully reported to the lobby for our jedi adventure.
He and i are known for our arguments. Not real disagreements, but debates executed as forensics training. Neither one of us may believe firmly in our position du jour, but we joust for the sport of it. After one particularly viscious bout, he attempted to leave me at a seedy truck stop, 2 hours from our destination**. I had annoyed him beyond his ability to drive. As he paid the tab, i mentioned that i was going to the counter – populated by large, gruff gentlemen – and would start to cry. I further informed him that i would explain my circumstances to the nice, sympathetic truck drivers, and hitch a ride. Wisely, yoda allowed me to return to the car, and all was resolved.
This morning? Not a hint of disagreement. The sunrise was breathtaking, and worth the lost sleep. I think yoda was delighted that he could provide an experience so overwhelming that i was left speechless. This time? I was not banished from the car.
And the lesson learned by this young warrior? Drinkin’ and whorin’ brings tranquility to young jedi – and a tranquil young jedi brings tranquility to the master.
*how rude! can you believe that?
**my version of events. his version is quite different. both are amusing. neither are particularly accurate…