Radiogurl a la Carte

Sunday, Nov. 27, 2005

I know I haven't read all of the new entries from my various buddies, but I want to post briefly tonight.

We made it back to Arizona and poor, 99-percent-asleep Nicim is stretched out on the sofa and watching television, sipping at decaf tea, snuggled under my fake-fur throw. We arrived safe and sound, if chilly, in the mountains of Arizona, happy we got to see poolagirl's play but glad to have this leg of our journey completed. I will be working tomorrow morning but will be delivering Nicim to the airport in the afternoon.

It's a bittersweet moment; I have dearly loved visiting with her, but know that we both have to get back to our respective lives now. It was much the same with poolagirl and with her housemate and family, and with bucket, who positively glowed with warmth when we met. What a sweet, incredible, funny, slightly-warped lady! (The latter description of which, in my book, is among the highest praise you can get.) At one point we were walking along the pier arm-in-arm-in-arm. While we refrained from breaking out in song at the time, it was mighty tempting.

And we got to see where poolagirl does her pirating! There are many pictures forthcoming, including (if I can find some that came out clearly) several from inside the Russian submarine. Wild Rosie has a bit more about the play and some of our respective revelry, though she kept it pretty tame. She, like I did, merely gave vague allusions to the topic of our conversation during drinks. Much as I'm tempted to say more, I generally try to keep my diary at a PG rating - and this particularly conversation was at least an NC-17, maybe R.

Ergo it's up to nicim or rosie if they want to publicize. Poolagirl wasn't a part of our bawdier moments, though she eventually arrived to share a whole lot of giggles and general craziness. Incidentally, I was the designated driver of the bunch and didn't imbibe. I can therefore vouch that it was more fun than a barrel of monkeys.

In fact, I can't honestly remember a weekend when I've laughed more, or been more brokenhearted. The juxtaposition of opposite emotions kept us awake entirely too late and entirely too early throughout the trip. I would give almost anything to have changed the circumstances of one particular absence, wouldn't have wanted to miss meeting my Diaryland buddies for anything, and am kicking myself because I left behind something important, darn it. Sometimes I have moments when my blond roots take charge.

Apparently that goes double when driving. I became severely directionally challenged while there. Fortunately Nicim seems to have a built-in compass.

I don't have much time to post because it's late and I need to get some sleep tonight. Hopefully more tomorrow night, including pictures!

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )