Howdy Howdy all!

I spent last evening with a trio of Mindsayers..Myclette ,Torridgirl and callmeroger  at the Richmond Arms for karaoke and drinking...I drank quite a bit in an effort to forget but the memory was so razor that the it cut through the haze and caught a bit of flesh on the drawback...oh well...here are some highlights from the evening...I cant post the videos yet because youtube is down at the moment but here is me before I tied one on...notice the head wrap....

Okay now here is myclette  and torridgirl  before the festivities kicked off...

Later in the evening and countless amaretto sours later my headwrap is a thing of the past and I am officially buzzin like you cant imagine...

Now this is some dude that we met at karaoke who sang Madonna and danced during the Shakira number...in a word he was FABULOUS...

As soon as youtube returns to its regularly scheduled programming you will see callmeroger 's and myclette 's exclusive Rock Star interviews LIVE from karoake headquarters...LOL

Well the diversion was nice but I am back on earth coping like mad with a number of issues-

you ever get the feeling you are being mis-treated but can't really speak on because of the circumstances, you know you pretend not to notice but you file it away and thusly relationships change forever...had to happen sometime huh?

... how about some poetry...here goes... (I think you know...do you? You will think me absurd if I "say" the words, won't you, won't you, won't you?)

The Weary One

The weary one, orphan
of the masses, the self,
the crushed one, the one made of concrete,
the one without a country in crowded restaurants,
he who wanted to go far away, always farther away,
didn't know what to do there, whether he wanted
or didn't want to leave or remain on the island,
the hesitant one, the hybrid, entangled in himself,
had no place here: the straight-angled stone,
the infinite look of the granite prism,
the circular solitude all banished him:
he went somewhere else with his sorrows,
he returned to the agony of his native land,
to his indecisions, of winter and summer.--Pablo Neruda

Goddess Bless