The Show Must Go ON-Queen

Quit'n Time
Originally uploaded by Little Pieces.

Days go By, a whirlwind of good and Bad
...and through it ALL
The Show must go ON.

Last night...in the Quiet of Myself
I sat outside in the Glow of a Silver Moon
Wondering....
How and Why I BUZZZZ around
Between Happy and Sad

...Usually not any Inbetween
I contemplated if Others....
Felt the same
WE ALL feel the Same?
...but NEVER Exclaim it.


Backwards, in recap

THE BANQUET:
A lovely evening of adults dressed in their Very Best
...fancy Hordevours...Hot and Cold...
Just like the personalities presented in front of Me!
In social situations such as these that I am Required to attend...I find that many different moods hit me....even in the very same night...a span of just a few hours.
I am often found around the bar...happily talking to the bartenders, but realizing my duties of the event, I mingle with strangers and those that I am supposed to know, but barely do. I then become bored and seek out a private place to smoke. On this evening I made a friend in LUTHER, the Barry White of bartending...who directed me down the elevator to a floor of guest rooms with an ashtray in a beautiful hallway. I found myself there quite often...only once venturing outside to get fresh air, and speak to Charles...the Valet parking supervisor. After all of the awards were presented and my feet ached sufficiently enough to slip on and off my Liz Claiborne heels....I ended up at home...exhausted! THe food was terrific however, unusual for a banquet of 300 or so. The wine was sufficient for a BUZZ!

THE MEETING:
On a day that I am in charge of a
"VERY IMPORTANT MEETING" I manage to wake up with a
"VERY INTENSE MIGRANE"
after all is said and done...LITERALLY
I manage to walk away with a feather in my cap...
Job Well Done
No one is BUZZING about any promotions in line from this performance....but they now know my name...Good Enough!

NIGHT FALL:
That very same evening, in a chill that requires a German Liquer made from 90 different berries, several glasses and a group of friends on my patio...we eat Indian food in the darkness, drink more than enough bottles of wine to compliment it, and laugh until there is no such thing other.
I have no recollection of the time we break things up to go in to bed, but when time BUZZES past you like that...one realizes that old company is good company.

CROSS COUNTRY SATURDAY:
Still BUZZED from the night before, crawling out of bed to venture out into the light of day...a gorgeous
glow of sunlight manages to make it's way through my jet black sunglasses. The meet is full of excitement, music playing, food grilling, geese flying overhead. THe boys perform outstandingly well, with 15 (yes 15) adding his name to a school record list that has been kept since 1961. In a rally of excitement everyone Glows. 17 qualifies for his 4th Varsity letter and 15 his first. All seems well for a while.
Exhausted...I spend the rest of the day on the couch...watching movies...Sideways...and such. Early this morning...around 1 am or so, I am awakened to the giggling of Girls, an odd sound around my house. Slipping downstairs I find an entire girls Cross Country team of 25 or so...out in front, toilet paper in hand, shaving cream messages on the lawn...WITH LOVE...GIRLS CC!

The boys BUZZ around the yard today...cleaning up!

I guess that sounds like a bunch of HIGHS....
But the unspeakable sounds
Scream....
LOW
"SHow GOing ON"