The.Way.Me.Drug.Me

CONT'D

“Wait! What do you mean it has left? You just called us!" Montreal demands, hands flailing in disbelief, her last breathe handing on shedding chord.

“Boarding time was over a minute ago” say’s Warsaw

This is when you realize that someone is playing a joke on you. Toronto is thinking to herself

“A minute ago?!" screeches Montreal

“Yes! A minute ago. You two lady’s were sitting there chatting for the last 15 minutes. You had enough time to get up and board your plane!” spites back Warsaw with pompous vulgarity.

“But where are we to go now?” asks Toronto, her passport in hand now violently shaking from 'fear.'

“Up there” Warsaw points lazily with one finger at the Marriott rising above the airport. Its purpose for being built, now growing more obvious by the second.

Toronto looks at the Marriott and realizes for the first time how close her dream of staying a few extra days in Warsaw was to becoming true. “Life plays jokes. But actors play out the fun dialogue.”

Montreal has had enough. “Stop with this bullshit! and Stop the plane! Now!

Warsaw’s ego shrunk to the size of a pea, and scrambled to make phone calls and stop the plane immediately! Montreal was standing there with one fist on her hip, and Toronto as usual with the biggest smile on her face. The doors that were permanently closed to us, only a few seconds ago, were not swinging open, and sucking us into their vortex of motion and commotion. That....annnnnd.....my kidney’s just dumped a generous donation of Adrenaline into my nervous system!


It took those 2 stubborn ego’s guarding the “forbidden” door exactly one second to open it, 2 seconds to dial the plane, 3 second to reach an available shuttle boy and 4 seconds to mutter their last words of regret for doing so! And that lady’s and gentleman is how 10 seconds can change your life, and the debt on your Visa. Im telling you now, I have never seen a NO switch so quickly to a rampant YES! One second it was ‘please check into the nearest hotel’, the next second we were running down 3 flights of stairs with bags in hand, were literally tossed into the shuttle, and burst out into hysterical laughter every time were almost scraped the belly of a plane and were thrown to the front of the bus.

But truly....the “Royal” moment was when we watched the long white shiny stairs being attached to the plane once more, just for us, so we could hurry up and seat our little inattentive a**’s down! And remember all those people that were “starting to get antsy, pushing, pulling, name calling, bugging each other in line, kindergarten style??!” well we got to see them all !!! Neatly sitting in rows, their faces burning with disapproval as we got the honors of walking all the way to the back of the plane, not missing a single glare......or occasional smiles...and winks....and lustful gulps too! ;)

So instead of booking into a Marriott and rebooking our flights. We were now comfortably seated in a metallic bird that was ready for take off to the Black Sea. But when I sat down, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the happened. My heart was beating through my chest. My feet with jumping as if ready to break out into a dance, or run an marathon. I had been drugged by my own body, with a drug that’s used for “fight of flight” purposes. The plane was already zooming on the runway and then it hit me! “We had to fight to catch our flight!” What perfect sense it all makes. The crazy interconnectedness of life’s spirit! What a wicked nature!



I pulled out my Ipod. And just as the metallic bird lost contact with the earth. Celia Cruz's voice smoothed over my jitters with one wave . A woman whose voice I probably recognized before my own. A truth I knew, before I could speak. And this truth was...is...and will always BE for those who believe, search, laugh, and play with the light of night, and dark of day that life...mi vida.....tu vida.......su vida.....nos vida......La Vida Es Un Carnaval