Back from Vermont, and a day to digest. The weather was quite warm, and me in my monkey suit. We arrived early enough to wander the Main Street and live vicariously thru those who have real bakeries, chocolate shops and book stores instead of crap Mexican, eight Chinese takeouts and a shop called Condoms Galore.
As you can imagine the extreme spectrum of emotion occurred within a 4 hour period, wherewe partied like it was 1999, shutting down a bar and an after hours gathering on the street for no reason in particular, just because it felt like the natural thing to do.
Yuula clung onto the Gorman girls, an obvious choice as they are the
most akin to her needs, and that is not meant to be a disparaging
comment, at all.
She may have even got an actual diamond bracelet out of the deal, but Renee has bling to spare.
And because we weren't nearly done went the town shut down, we gathered in a corner room at the Hampton to push thru the night, only giving in when someone peeled open a curtain to see the sun rising on 6am, and an hour or twos sleep sounded right.
Some real strange and lovely moments to think about, but the painfully
underlying and unspoken theme was still "why has it taken this to get us all
in the same room again?". But none while none of us were perhaps brave
enough to vocalize vows to remedy, I think we may be witnessing a sea
change...
