Next Stop: the local Writers' Saloon

guiam truth: hangovers courtesy of the Writers' Saloon are usually guaranteed....
most of the times i'm exit those swinging doors a little tipsy....ready for a nap....i slept about 10 hours that night! Then the headache greets you in the morning....should have drank more H2O the night before....

Galloping to an audition,
sinistre noir clouds in the horizon
are giving chase...
Swirling dirt beating down on me,
winds blind me like mace,
slapping me around,
while answering the cellphone...
Under attack....mayday...mayday
Caught in thunderstorm....
should I retreat to the auto?
NO! what if a tornado strikes!
Toto! Toto!.....
Dashing for shelter at the Teatro....
Now I'm anchored by soaking wet black pants,
converted from feather weight to lead weight.
Crawled out of drenched clothes
before i'm galloping again....this time on LSD.
Bearing wine to dine,
coffee cake & blueberry danish
for the finish...
Appeasing writing goddess
with my offerings,
The indulgence commences
with pleasant conversations,
sharing stories and poems,
laughing,
hugs and kisses,
nurturing our spirits, our bodies, our creativity....
Ready for a bonne nuit
when the thunderstorms roll in the evening sky,
once a myriad of appetites have been satiated.
drvodka6.05

(i love you, chicas!)