| As much as I believed that the world had come to an end on Friday night, the sun did indeed rise on Saturday. And BOY was I grateful that we still had the Super Supper to look forward to. Cynthia had repairmen in her house, so we couldn't leave. I spent some time on the piano, enjoying her sheet music of NDP songs and some others. We looked at her photos and some of mine (from Italy, her request!), and listened to Bruno and just talked. I love this girl. :) Then at 3:00, Denise and Sandy, who had been our very gracious chauffeurs for most of the weekend, came to fetch us for the dinner party. I made sure that I came in ahead of them so I could catch their reactions to "Bruno" sitting in the rocking chair, with a rosebud in hand. Priceless. :) I have to say, though, that I was nearly as speechless when I saw the beautifully decorated table, complete with a gift bag at each place setting. In fact I nearly started to cry again. Diane and Jocelyne went to SOOOOOO much effort for this occasion. I couldn't have been more grateful. :) Dinner was a compilation of Bruno favorites, then came the dessert specially prepared by Jocelyne's mother (who, incidentally, also sewed the black leather pants for our own Bruno!!). It was a huge version of the snack cake Bruno did a commercial for before he became famous. For those of you who have not seen this commercial: I had no idea that eating a snack cake could be a sexual experience. WOW. After a yummy meal and lots of laughter, we settled down for an Omerta marathon. This is the TV series that Bruno acted in a few years back. Kind of a mafia-police thing. Since I had never seen it, it was well worth the fact that Cynthia and I got two hours of sleep that night. ;) Cynthia and I, along with her husband and her parents, went to church together Sunday morning, which was a lot of fun. I wound up accompanying the choir and even playing the piano for the entire meeting, though, which was a major surprise. But I can now say that I have performed "How Great Thou Art," whether singing or on the piano, in 5 different countries. :) Afterwards it was time to pack and get ready for Diane and Jocelyne to come for us. I tried to be cheerful and talkative for about half of the drive, then I gave up. We all listened to D'autres rives in silence. Once at the airport, I went to check my bags and found that I couldn't do it at the ticket counter. I went back to ask them if I could return to that part of the terminal if I proceeded from there. They didn't know but thought so, so I went to find out. But by the time I was able to ask, I had gone too far. I asked, almost begged, to be allowed back through, but no luck. In fact they kind of looked at me like a terrorist. I had turned a corner so I couldn't even see them to wave good-bye. No good-bye at all. I went into a bathroom and cried for minute. But then I forced myself to think about the amazing weekend I had just experienced, and how I had no reason in the WORLD to feel sorry for myself. It worked. I was on a Bruno high the rest of the trip. In fact, just minutes before landing in Richmond, I was listening to Bruno again and that one moment. . . I'll let you guess which one . . .struck me again with its full force, and all I could do was weakly smile and say what I had been thinking pretty much non-stop since Thursday. MERCI DIEU. |
