A Room With A View

How are you this foggy Monday morning my babies? It's not as foggy as yesterday, but at least the fog is warmer than rain. It's creepier though. Much like the dark, HRG isn't so much afraid of the fog as she is of what's in the fog.

One really interesting thing about fog is that I can hear so much better. The denseness of the air seems to trap the sound, making it heavier. Yesterday morning, strolling along the Songhees, HRG actually heard someone running behind her. The rhythm of his feet, the pebbles crunching....sounds lost to me on a normal day. My first thought was how cool it was to hear it. Ok, so really, my first thought was more "who the hell is crazy enough to be up and running this early on a Sunday morning?".

A room with a view was #710. What a beautiful room babies! TCB's xmas party was at yet another swanky hotel. He took advantage of the special and booked us in for the nite. It was wonderful. The party was fun, food was great, table companions fabulous, ran into old friends from a former life, got to wear that incredible black dress from last year (sidenote: happiness is putting on a dress one year later and finding that it fits even better).

And then the "band" hit the stage.

Um......when did two singers and a karaoke machine constitute a band?

It wasn't that bad babies.

It was worse.

So we took the party over to the lounge. There'd been a pianist in there earlier, so when the real music started again, we thought it was the same guy. Oh we were so wrong and delightfully so. Earlier we'd seen a couple of young boys wandering around the lobby, looking bored as teenaged boys are known (and prone) to do. It was the youngest of the two sitting at the keys, playing Imagine with such feeling--a depth beyond his years. It was beautiful. The bartender encouraged him to keep going, he did and was fabulous! He's 16, from a small town up Island, has been playing by ear from a very young age, and has even opened for Canadian born "legend in his own mind" Jerry Doucette. This kid has a bright future ahead of him. TCB and I introduced ourselves as the old road warriors we now are and have a wonderful chat with the boys and their parents. It was a nice end to a nice evening.

What happened after we said goodnite t'ain't nobody's bus'ness.

After all, what happens at the Ocean Pointe stays at the Ocean Pointe.

HRG