Last night we premiered a film at the theatre as the opening night of the 2008 Jacksonville Film Festival. The film was about a legendary guitarist who called Orange Park home for the latter part of his life. It was a film about the tumultuous life and times of this man. The film was called Crazy.

It was quite an appropriate title for the movie that punctuated a week that was nothing less than just that. Crazy.

It all began one week ago today. The sun was shining. The weather was sweet. It made me want to move my dancing feet…move my feet all the way to The Freebird in Jax Beach. Stephen Marley, the second son of reggae legend and one of my top five favorite musicians of all space and time Bob Marley, was to perform that night. Of those top five favorite musicians, I have seen three of them live. The other two…well can’t perform due to the deterrent issue of not being alive anymore. So tribute bands and performing relatives that look and sound very similar have to due for the other two. Stephen Marley works just fine.

We were amply primed for Raggamuffin himself by his trusty DJ friend Swamp King. This name became Lion King. When he said Lion, we said King. Lion! King! Lion! King! That’s what happened every ten minutes or so, I guess so we didn’t forget who he was. Although I couldn’t help but think Mufasa every time we chanted his name. He also had a thing with yelling “Lion palm!” to which we all promptly raised our palms in the air just like the little hairs on the back of your neck when you get the chills. Then enter Stephen Marley, who did what the Marleys do best. Jammed. We was jammin all night to Stephen…mon... He channeled his father right through that microphone. You could close your eyes and imagine you were right in the government yard in Trenchtown, eating some cornmeal porridge. It was incredible. It gave me the chills.

Oh and did I mention we got into this concert for free? Yep, we were on their guest list. Stephen Marley’s guest list. That’s right. But that’s also a different story for another time.

The fact of seeing the concert alone would have sufficed but the night had much more in store for us. The reggae magic continued as we actually hung out with the Marley crew. We laughed and shared stories. Even threw out some high-fives. Now talk about incredible. When we got home all we could do was stare at each other in disbelief of what had actually transpired in the many previous hours.

I’m sure you are all familiar with the Chinese philosophical concept of yin and yang. Besides that this concept makes for great hippy iron-on patches, it also explains the next two days of this week. Friday night was so mind-blowingly awesome; the next two days were the sheer antithesis yet complimentary days to such a jam-packed weekend. Saturday was moving day. And if anyone knows me, I’ve moved at least 47 times in the last three years. So maybe it was more like seven, but because I absolutely loath the process, it seems like more. But it was time, so I banded together my moving army and in a quite impressive caravan, we moved my upstairs two bedroom apartment to another upstairs two bedroom apartment, with hardwood floors. The staircase to the new apartment wasn’t a straight staircase either. It goes up about ten then doubles back on itself for the second set of stairs. Try maneuvering couches and a queen size bed around that thing. God bless boyfriends, dads and brothers-in-law.

Once the whirlwind of boxes, tape, chairs, pillow, hangers, u-hauls and all those bobbi pins that clearly signify I have been there finally settled, I had new home to unpack. Yes I still have Box Mountain in my living room. I’ll get there.

Monday came to begin a new work week and a week of battling my car insurance company over the phone because of a weird technicality of my insurance documentation on the day I sent my poor green Honda to the grave. What seemed like it would be an easy process completed in a day unnecessarily took entirely too many hands to fix. But thanks to my inheritance of my mom’s knack of getting things done on the phone in situations such as these, I was able to resolve the issue—one week later. Sometimes you don’t let them tell you no.

Tuesday we celebrated the birthday of our Event Services Manager and very good friend, Jenn. We threw back some margaritas in a little spot on my new side of town until the stars came out.

Wednesday will go down in history as the day I debuted as “girl crying tears of joy” in the HBO movie Recount, which depicts the true events of the 2000 election and all those damn chads. Look for me in my upcoming roles as “girl smelling fruit in produce aisle” and “girl reading book on park bench” as well as the highly anticipating “girl tripping over cat in living room.”

Thursday began the famed film festival week, which begins with a packed schedule of premieres right here at the Florida Theatre. We began the night with an opening night VIP reception before the movie at MOCA. Moved on to represent the theatre at the garage top party on Water Street only to return back to the theatre for the movie, finally ending up at the Maverick’s after party and leaving with smiles on our faces, a stubbed toe, lots of pictures, a new respect for bull riders and one shiny new dollar coin.

And yes we went all those places in one night. Just check Jacksonville.com. They tend to follow us—or is it the other way around? Hmmm…

After all that my bed never felt more comfortable. Now that’s quite a week. And looking at my calendar, I notice I have nothing going on next week. Nothing at all. For a whole week.

Crazy :)