HEADING HOME

So here I sit in Mccarran Airport, waiting for my plane and trying to process all that has happened in the last three days.  It's been thrill packed from the first minute when I saw the limo driver with a sign bearing my name waiting for me.  I can't remember the last time doors were held open for me and luggage carried.  Even those small things were exciting.  The limo was loaded with drinks, ice and goodies, the driver was charming and I didn't have to drive through Vegas traffic thank God!

We ate and talked and drank and made the assistants laugh hysterically when we told stories of the "good old days" when Rosie was poor and so was I.  I'm still poor but things changed for her twenty five years ago!  Poor, not so much!  I hadn't planned on staying at the house but that's how it ended up and I'm so glad.  There wouldn't have been much chance to visit if I hadn't.

I got to see her new show and laughed until tears tolled down my face.  We went out afterwards to places I'd seen on E and read about in the gossip papers.  We shopped and talked and swam and cooked and packed every second full.  This morning when I left we both made plans for me to come back soon and for her to come and visit me.  

It's hard when schedules and money and miles keep old friends apart, especially when they need to connect sometimes to get back to their bases.  I hope I can see her in my home soon, take her hiking and give the kind of things I have to offer the friendship.  

Now I'm full of the melencholy that seems to come whenever I head home from anywhere.  The things that have happened to me in the last 60 hours seem unreal.  I look at pictures and it seems mere seconds since they were taken.  Time is out of whack for me.  Jet drag is more like jet leap.  It's time to load on the plane and go back home to my reality, a much different one than where I've been.