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Away From My Desk

I was online Saturday just long enough to submit the last post. Then I had to do laundry, pack, and explain to the family why I had to be out of town for 36 hours. How to explain...

Us freaky bloggers. We're like a bunch misfit superheros. We have these strange powers that no one else needs or even gives a shit about, yet we value our dysfunction, flaunt our mutations, and strut like bunch of damn peacocks all the while.

A mosaic of personalities blend like pure water washing over raw sodium. We drink, flirt and fight like a herd of Sylacuagan step-siblings, but when it's time to be there for a friend, we know our way around respect and loyalty.

We also know how to fellowship and commune. That would be in a bar booth, clanking our salted rims.

Waitress: "You all from around here?"

Why does everyone stare at the outsiders? "Naw, we're from uh, yeah, not here, but it's very pretty and we're hanging with locals..." At least Eric and I mumbled something to that effect (and of course hoped that she didn't associate tourists with shitty tipping.)

Georgia took over, drowning out a mid-sentence Recondo, "Yeah, we live on the outskirts of town, so does that one on the end..."

The waitress, brownie points for attentiveness, turned her gaze to the two gentlemen who hadn't contributed.

"Yes, actually I am originally from Savannah," Velocisuave offered.

One left. All eyes on Cat. Feeling the peers, he eventually looked up from his menu, "Oh... Well, I fucked just 'bout everybody in Savannah." Straight-faced. Then back to his menu; the man was hungry. This was no time to chat about his childhood.

Gotta love Cat. Therapy for the soul, as was Savannah.

Beautiful town. I could consider living there, just for the vision of those spectacular trees burdened with Spanish moss. (I thought of bringing a bunch of it back with me and throwing in my own trees - as my mother did upon return from Savannah when I was a child - but I resisted.)

Spectacular weather and perfect backdrop, Miss Elva could not have asked for a more beautiful day.

(As a P.S., got to meet Gennie as well! She came by the viewing to pay her respects, and was surprised by the group of bloggers who greeted her before she could make it inside. Kudos to this sweet child, btw, who showed to support the boy who is seemingly addicted to pulling her pigtails!)