Home again, home again...
Well, inasmuch as I enjoyed my holiday...I also was really glad to get back home.
I loved some parts of London, but was a bit disappointed in others. The London Aquarium is astoundingly bad...mislabeled animals, injured and dying fish on display, empty or derelict exhibits...just not what you'd expect from one of the largest cities (and public Aquariums) in the world. Also...the changing of the guard at the Palace was a total sellout. I hate to be a whingeing American...but I expected pomp. I expected circumstance. I expected a Regal Display of British Military Culture and Tradition Unmatched by Anything in the Western World™.
What I got was pop music for 20 minutes while half-a-dozen horses did poo on the street.
No, really. The "changing of the guard" happened in the background of the whole spectacle. Up by the gates, where us common folk had to stand and peer in, they set up a brass band on a small stage, and played 76 Trombones
and Hooray for Hollywood
while the Royal Horseflesh evacuated their collective bowels. It wasn't what I expected from the Queen's Royal Guard On Display for the Public.
The rest of London and England...the history, the architecture, Stonehenge, Avebury, the countryside (we went driving into the Cotswold's for a day), Greenwich and the family were all great. The trip was fun...just not exactly what I expected.
Flying on Concorde was a blast, and very fun. No one "famous" was on my flight, except for some obviously French supermodel (I had no idea who she was, but everyone else seemed to). Norris bought the key chain that has a little replica of the plane on it. You can only buy it if you're on the plane itself, and it cost more money than a beer in Hong Kong. But hey...flying on that plane has been a dream of his for ages. Every picture of him on it shows his eyes, about *this* big...happy as a kid with Jell-0.
Atlanta was fun, and a little sad. I realized that even though you can go back
, you can never go home
. Things had changed, although it still remains my second favourite city in the world. It was also good to go out and see all my old friends. Oddly enough (through some astute planning and a little luck) I either met up with or ran into all of my ex-boyfriends (we all still get along really well.) Both of my previous primary boyfriends had remodeled the houses we'd bought together, and both made the same joke about "doing it to finally exorcise the Jack demons."
My laugh was genuine, but a bit hollow the second time I'd heard it.
Seeing my nephews (see previous entry) was a great thrill. I normally don't like children (they tend to be tough and gamey when not cooked just so...
), but these two take the proverbial cake. You can see why from the photos. I took them presents, like any good Gay Uncle should.
Finally, I got to meet my publisher at Intrepid Media
, along with the rest of the staff. You know that old theory, the one about all writers being a lazy bunch of drunks who do nothing but party until the wee hours and then womanize in the worst way?
Well...it's true. Thank Jeebus I'm gay, or I'd be the biggest cliche' of them all...Our third Anniversary press conference and party went until 6am the next morning. It was both impressive and very messy. I love my job.
Now...go back to the beginning of this entry. I meant what I said in that second line, and it just dawned on me 'why'. I just went to Hong Kong, London, New York, Atlanta, Los Angeles, and back home again...and I was glad to be home. I saw ancient stone artifacts from our cultural prehistory, the Crown Jewels, my most beloved nephews, Buckingham Palace (inside and out), all of my closest friends, some of the most priceless artwork in the world, and I flew on Concorde
at twice the speed of sound...yet I was looking forward to being home when I got here.
How good does your life have to be, to make you feel like that?
Please, don't ever let me take it for granted.