allfromtheroof's journals

There was an unsanctioned party of Eno Vino employees( which is a restaurant/house of wine) and shopbopstitues. I think this should be a regular occurence. Good food and good wine, equals drunk Dawn. I am now drunkly making these amazing muffins that have strawberries, blueberries, banana and walnuts in them. I dumped half my flour on the floor, and plan to leave it there til morning. Muffins, here I come!

This is how my trip to Las Vegas a few weekends ago went:

So, I’m sitting in the airport. I’ve been up since seven thirty in the morning. worked a shift at work, I’m tired.  My flight is delayed.It is windy and raining. I'm talking massive wind gusts.So on top of the two hours I already have to wait,I have to wait some more. The airport is flooded with puberty ridden boys, covered in acne and greasy hair. Some senior trip vacation to disney has come to an end. Every where I look, I see boys, sport team jerseys and parents losing their hair. It's chaos. and smelly....

All of a sudden, I’m just sitting there, watching time creep by, this kid, skinny little thing, just plops right down in a seat across from me in the terminal. Before his boney bum could hit the seat, he starts puking in a starbucks bag. From what I can tell, it's pinkish. He continues to puke...even on the plane he pukes, cause as luck would have it, he’s on my flight. Naturally. I felt the urge to vomit, but held back.

Vegas was fun. The weather was a nice change of pace.

Life is funny sometimes. Just when you think you know what you want, you don’t. You learn something everyday. How to talk, how to hold your toungue. When to go, and when to ease back slowly... I feel rounded. Like a something in the air has made sense of all this. All this pollution, and confusion. It's all pretty clear now. Not in some silly allergy medicine kind of way, but sorta.

I have reconnected with people who slipped away. It feels amazing. I feel surrounded by real true friends,even if they are all far away. It just makes me miss them more. I think the distance makes me long for something, but I’m not sure that I’m ready for the everyday. I’m practicing my patience, and its going to take time... I know.

I will wait.
I feel peaceful.
I feel gracious.
I feel generous.



P.S. The west coast is the home of the plague.