Crown & Glory...Cinderella's Lost Coach (Bus not Bag)

As the Manchester portion of my adventure winds down, I'm reminded to be grateful for all that happened on this trip! Life is truly AMAZING!!! When I began this gypsy journey I had my dreams & wishes, but prepared myself to flow like the fish. We know I resemble a salmon in that regard; always swimming upstream, and against the current. This time, however, I've really been just flowin'. Feels damn good, too!

Thursday night I bid farewell to the Crown Gang, for I will not see them again before my departure. We had a fab time at my final karaoke, all egged on by the energy of spirits unseen and abundant libations. Camera ever ready, we sang, danced, drank, danced some more, and ended the whole affair at Rick's & Nicole's pad where we, unwittingly, delved into the esoteric. Boy! Somethings are universal.

Before eyes crossed & monkey business began: Ellie, Simon, Nile, Tom, & a sliver of Kasha.

Simon's 1st time ever- with the karaoke mic, that is.

Transformed into a karaoke whore. Just like that!

Simon a bit timid for I had just spanked him on the dance floor; Rick contemplating his turn for a wallop; I am innocent, as usual!

Singin' my song!

End of the night ritual. I wondered why karaoke DJ Jamie was always so thrilled to see Nicole.

A good time was had by all! At the after party we talked about God & religion, of all things! Geez, pour me another!! True to form, I start a ruckus with my "no such thing as death" theory which always leads right into how we are connected to ALL THAT IS. The esoteric pushed the clock to half past 2am. My goodness!!! Aah, sweet bird of youth...Cinderella had nothing but a pumpkin to take her home! Luckily, a valiant Prince offered to escort her and they all lived happily ever after. At least I slept like a baby with delicious thoughts swirling my brain!

Thanks to the Gang for entertainment galore and sweet remembrances!!!