Thread and pizza

I went back to my time zone. I slept till when I would normally wake up on my own and the day has been much more pleasant.

And it had nothing to do with falling asleep to Doctor Who and waking up to more Doctor Who. Promise.

So I lounged. And played with Emma. And walked over to the mall and got my face threaded. Did that last on New Years. Was time. Went back to my room, and it was the Star Trek and X Files time of day on BBC. I fell asleep. Out cold.

Woke up when the sun started to go down and more Doctor Who was on. Damn I love BBC.

And was summoned to the lounge. It was karaoke night.

We sat around in the lounge for a while and then walked to a karaoke joint. I can't accurately describe what it was like walking into the place. But we stood out. Really stood out. This was a Luther Vandross crowd. And our tattooed and pierced Canadian sang Wanted Dead or Alive and the other girl on the trip (from Texas) sang You're So Vain. And the crowd dug it. What a surreal experience.

There was a church across the street when we were walking though that freaked me out. I found the giant, white, wooden cross pounded into the ground offensive.

I mean, really? But evidently that's fine. Huh. Things like that really point out that you're somewhere else. Maybe it has some sort of positive meaning to people here, but it still wiggs me out. Fifty years ago this place was still segregated. But maybe that's it. It was fifty years ago.

I have yet to see a single peach, however. I think we're in entirely the wrong neighborhood for that. Too many high end shops and fancy cars.

But as I sit here at this crazy pizza joint that actually stopped serving pizza, is playing old school Bobby Brown, and my cohorts are planning their next song, I know I'm glad I came. This ain't Vegas baby.