that’s what she said

sleeping in four different beds in four nights has taken it’s toll, and last night i woke up and i was disoriented and disquieted by the stillness, by the lack of rocking, by the aloneness.

after five days at sea with your best pals on a ship that makes more noises and rolls with every wave, waking up in the dead of the night in the attic yoga studio at your parents’ new house caused my confusion.

to disentangle and digest all the memories from those five days is taking longer that i expected. bits and pieces fly into my mind at random and i want to find elizabeth and say “remember when stair sang on the tender all the way back from the cayman islands,” i want remind tiff about her “birthday song” (the power of love), i want to run next door and whisper to kristen, “the sun is out!”.

of course, the sun is not out, we are not next door and thankfully, stair has stopped singing her version of the twelve days of christmas.

it’s hard not to feel a sense of loss at the end a week filled with debauchery, dirty monkeys, bloody mary’s and birthdays. of gameshows, strip shows and peepshows. of sunshine on sandy beaches and sunsets in hot tubs.

hopefully, i think a year will be just enough time for us all to detox, decompress and de-bankrupt our selves, because this was just the first of what i hope will be an annual adventure.

my cleansing program will have to begin tomorrow, as tonight is our holiday open house. and while there won’t be any hot tubs, i have a feeling there will be plenty of debauchery.