Seriously Searching

My friend wraps friends around him like a blanket when he hurts. I shrug the blanket off and shiver in the cold of solitude without a second thought. It’s my nature. I prefer to coil snake-like up and scare everyone away with my forked tongue. I say things unkind and push harder than I mean to. I’m grateful for the people who push back. The ones who don’t go away just because I tell them to.
Last night I tried to pull the blanket back over my shoulders. Meeting S&G, traveling with A, I was trying to get back to where I thought I belonged. Self diagnosis & self medicating. We went to see sirsy again. One week after Kinsale I was back again. This time in CT. Manchester. Home of David’s Bridal House of Hell. I seriously hope sirsy gets another gig at this Main Pub (nowhere near Devilish David). While the food is borderline healthy and almost anti vegetarian (one veggie sandwich to speak of, no veggie salads worth mentioning…you get the picture), it was decent. Buried on the Fried Food Fantasia menu I found something worth digesting. The place had a cool atmosphere, a hum of a vibe…and fauxs!
But, back to the music. Carnival – instead of Natalie being naked she’s now hooking up with Sting. How bizarre. At least I heard my name. With eyes closed I sat bar stool still for ‘Still’. When Mel explained the backstory I wanted to order a glass of Merlot and doctor it with salty tears. This was the first time I was able to listen to everything (no offense Kinsale boys). I think November might be my new month of misery.
As with before, I am not going to review the night – not saying good or bad – except to say someone told me she told me she doesn’t like the new “thing” in WFR and I disagree. Strongly. Folsom Prison Blues was a good addition to the setlist. I’m not sure if it was meant as a Fraggle Rock joke, but I really like that song. Take it seriously because you do a good job with it. Really. PLMB is my stumbling block. I am trying to listen to it like I’ve never heard it before so I can love it again. I’m getting there. Still.
Despite having a headache from hell I was happy to be out of my element. For the night. I am supposed to do it all again tomorrow night, but I’ve decided to shrug off the blanket of friends and find my own hero. We haven’t seen each other all week. He might have to work the overnight a g a i n. If not, we have Tivo to catch up on. We have each other to catch up on.
But, back to the music. I’m not where I want to be where seriously is concerned, so I’m searching for the trust. Trust me. I haven’t given away my blanket of anything.