Smokey Excalibur

6:19am
Can't sleep.
Excalibur hotel. Nathan on bed. Other bed empty. Me on floor. Not in bed because...

11:06am
FLASH...
Showered and wide awake now. Late check-out in an hour or so. No Rey Rey in the room and it's under his name. No phone for the boy either. Oh well, left my message and going on with the day to enjoy time with Nathan. Movies & 1-hr photo to develop the pics from last night with his girlfriends from work. I can say with a true degree of honesty that I enjoyed myself. Phew.

Good talk into the wee hours of the morning.

Now I'm trying to move everyone along. Mother hen. A role I play well, but don't always want to be in. (SO I take myself out now and again. Bang!)

Oh... and I smell like smoke. And When I get out of the shower and dry off, the towels smell like smoke to me. They should just make it a shampoo and bar soap fragrance so one doesn't try and wash it out. Ode De Poo Poo Ash and other fine assortment of aromas. How quickly one forgets this smokey existence after leaving, but an ever pungent punch to remind me it's time to go home soon.

"You're Beautiful" by Madagascar plays. They say... "We're all here together..." but we're not. In spirit we are. If you can access your spirit in life, you really are ahead of the game--as lost as you may feel. For in the end--whatever end that is--knowing where you're going is simply a map you've drawn for yourself with crayons with the universe as a backdrop.