Made It

Twas a grueling trip, but not as bad as I feared, thanks in large part to my kind-hearted new friend who picked me up from the airport and brought me right to my hotel. Problem??? Well, it's like 8:30am and I can't check in until 2pm. So I leave my suitcase and go out and manage to entertain myself somehow or other, but the last hour or so I was getting pretty rough around the edges. Had a nap; had some frites with chile sauce and vinegar; had a leisurely visit, bong hits without number, and a nice chat with a lovely young Polish gentleman at the Green House; now having a strawberry-chocolate waffle. I cannot feel my spine. I repeat: I CANNOT FEEL MY SPINE. At home, there's seldom a moment when I can stop thinking about it, so this is green goddess (of a different kind) magic.