Post 50th Blues
After all great events comes the denouement, the slow realization that after the years of waiting and preparing, it's all over. You can't help but feel a bit depressed - and I think I'm there. Still exhausted three days out from the weekend festivities, but yesterday when a friend called to see if we wanted to meet at the park, I quickly responded with a "what? Are you Crazy?"
My mind flashing back to our last sad, tired moments, of heat, crowds, and spectacular fireworks passed over to just go home - and I don't want to go back. Not right away anyway. I'd love to see my friends, lounge about with them. But I have to think there must be some swankier places we could be, nice as the Lobby of the Grand Cal is.
I know I'll get over this funk - eventually, but for the moment I'm done with the parks, the crowd, and the 50th celebration. For the moment, it's the Blues I'm singing.
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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