Have you ever found yourself in such a surreal experience that you wind up asking, “How the heck did I get here???” I had one of those moments last night.
I was hanging out in a swanky hotel in downtown Toronto with Darryl and our friend Emm. There was a knock at the door. We opened the door and in walked Chris Hadfield, lugging his guitar case and poking fun at the doorman who thought he was a cop. I shook his hand and noticed that my heart felt like it was going to explode into a thousand shards of glitter.
I sat back down on the bed as Chris got out his guitar. I smiled as I noticed that his guitar strap had pictures of aliens all over it. Chris and Emm started singing “Space Oddity” by David Bowie, and it hit me that I was sitting in one of the most exclusive hotels in Toronto, getting a private serenade by Canada’s most talented singer-songwriter and the commander of the International Space Station.
I smiled at Darryl as our eyes locked, and I knew that we were thinking the exact same thing: “WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW???”
Emm and Chris finished rehearsing their song and I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I talked to you on the phone from space!!!” I exclaimed. I’m not sure if Chris even heard me but Emm revealed that the memory of that night is permanently burned into her brain.
A few minutes later we headed down to the lobby for Emm’s performance, which was the whole reason we were staying at the hotel in the first place. She was performing at a private party honoring Mick Rock, a famous British photographer best known for his iconic shots of David Bowie, Queen, Joan Jett, Blondie, Iggy Pop, and pretty much every other musical icon in existence.
As I watched Emm’s performance, I glanced over and noticed that Mick Rock was standing just a couple feet away from me. I stared at him and pondered how I was just one degree of separation away from hundreds of my musical idols. Again, I felt the glitter bomb start to rumble in my chest.
After the show we said goodbye to Chris and then went up to Mick Rock’s penthouse suite at the hotel, so he could take a few shots of Emm. I felt like I was in a scene from Spinal Tap as Mick shouted out directions in his British accent and snapped photos of her.
How do I wind up in these situations? I have no idea, but I do know that they seem to be increasing in numbers. In the past year I’ve talked to an astronaut on the phone from space, hosted two renowned yoga teachers in my home, and now I’m traveling the globe with the world’s best tribute band.
People may call it luck but I think there’s much more to it than that.