Station Identification

It's been over a week since I posted the last entry and I haven't even gotten past the first night on the road in detailing the American Gods and Roadside Attractions Tour 2011.

I know. I know.

Slacker. Of the slack. Slack-o-licious Slacky McSlackerton.

But I'm not really.

I've not had one normal day since we pulled up in front of the Grotto last Tuesday and Acr0nym unceremoniously dumped me out on the curb (I'm exaggerating...he didn't dump me out...exactly hee hee). It's been a whirlwind week of work catch up, laundry catch up, coffee klatch catch up, a spectacular birthday Broadway bar crawl (details and pics later) and subsequent hangover, and time with a friend I hadn't seen at all since - I think - July.

I have so much I want to say! About the trip, the crawl, the fact that I believe I'm getting the first cold of the season, rejection, oddly formed friendships, coming to terms with things long overdue, etc. and yet I don't seem to have the time to really put enough coherent thoughts together about any of them to commit them to digital paper.

And then...I took three full pages of notes filled with blog fodder on the trip. No really! I totally did. But now? Now I'm not so sure I want to share it. What was important about that trip was, like it was on the cruise for last year's post-apoca-audit vacation, the company and conversation. Yes, we saw great, fun, weird, beautiful stuff. But that wasn't the point of it really. And, to me, it just felt significant in a way I can't put into words for other people - except maybe Acr0nym - to understand.

It was the kind of trip that either kills friendships or strengthens them. It strengthened ours. It was one of those trips that produced inside jokes and materialized conversations about hard topics we wouldn't have over a Johnson's Corner cinnamon roll and a cuppa joe but that we could have on the open road where reality exists separately from where we were.

That isn't anything I particularly want to share. It's ours. It's private.

But I do want to tell some of it because there's some that's just weirdly awesome and sad and gorgeous and uniquely American that's worth telling and knowing.

I'm just still sifting out what that's going to look like. What all of it looks like. I'm not even sure I know what anything looks like inside right now let alone how it'll appear here.

So then that's it for now. Nothing newsworthy just a simple station identification to let you know I'm still here, still alive, still smiling - if only on the outside sometimes, and still trying to be infinitely wise about it all.