He took me to work this morning. He answered his phone. He began to cry. "But he's going to be all right, right?"

He was talking about his dad. Four days before Christmas. About 24 hours before they were to leave, together, for Nashville at his sister's. But now there was just fear, worry, and shock. No plans.

His dad is going to be okay.

Cellularo phonic photographicals

In no particular order, apparently:

The "Jungle Room," at a blur.

First room on the right, with the 15 ft long white couch.

The gold plated sink on the Lisa Marie, Elvi's private jet.

The basement's blue and yellow television room.

Elvi.

Frabricy pool room.

The menacing young gentleman in the bed of a truck we were behind on the journey home. He had a very intense glare.

Outside the Lorraine Motel.

Elvi had a cute and tiny bahooky.

Just gettin' my soul on.

Rosa Parks, on the bus.

The famous, and very tasty Arcade.

Sparkles on the ceiling from my travelling companion's shirt.

Glorious dining room at Graceland.

Mappin' it out.

Beale.

I'm on a pilgrimage!

Tonight I have a date with myself. Gonna get all dressed up (ha) and take myself out to the theatre. It's opening night, so I'm going to treat m'self. Plus there's a really dreamy, wonderful man, gonna be wearing a red, sequinned vest who is in the show. So, mostly, I'm going to oogle him.

I've never taken myself to the movies, but this is not the first time I've taken myself to a theatrical performance. Thus, I'm not really nervous. Except that, well, I may be meeting handsome feller's mother tonight. Eep.


Addiitionally, girl in front of me has a greek letter sweater, a greek letter baseball hat, a greek letter purse, and a greek letter id case. Think she's in a sorority? I hope she's not, 'twould be funnier. She rude. And I hate rude bitches. Even though I love everything.

I am eeeeeasily amused let me just say.

Well all will be received in Graceland.

I've got two roadtrippies this month. That's good for me, that's good for my soul.

First up, this weekend. I said yes. After two nights of watching my studly feller perform in his show (largely directed by Steve Zahn, ahem), I will hit the open road and make a pilgrimage. My travelling companion is an "Old Friend," a dear friend, a wildly sober friend. I cannot wait. It will require the playing of hookie from work, so that I may roam the ghost-soaked streets of Memphis, Tennessee. I'm goin' to Graceland.

A trip to rekindle my dreaming heart. A trip to awaken the magic of my soul. I said yes. And now there's no turning back.

The second trip of the road, will be to Indianapolis, Indiana. There I will be throwing a bachelorette party for another of my very dear friends. Feller's coming with me to this and we'll stay an extra night and drive back home on New Years Eve to ring in the new year doing ... something. No plans yet, but I've decreed a rule that we CANNOT fight on this day, nor on New year's day.

Perhap I will photodocument these adventures for to post on this here thing right here. Perhap.