So here we are. I fly in just a few hours. Months of planning, of prep, of wondering -- it all comes down to this.
Last night my father and I grilled steak. I opened my 2004 Amarone that came back with me from Rome, and it was easily the very best wine I've ever tasted. We lit a fire in the chiminea as it got dark. I opened my full-size bottle of Fabbioli raspberry merlot, and played old school rock n' roll on my iPhone for about the next five hours. Pink Floyd, Fleetwood Mac, CSNY, Dire Straits, Led Zeppelin. Mom got home and joined us, and then we played Linda Ronstadt, David Cook, Judy Collins and ABBA. We opened more wine. I played them the song JC recorded for me from the party. I may have cried a little, but less than I was expecting. It was exactly how I would have wanted my last night to unfold, and I went to bed at 2:00 in the morning with Blondie's "Heart of Glass" playing in my head.
Departure for the airport is in less than seven very short hours, so I will leave you with this: a very amusing video for a very cool song that has been my personal Theme Song ever since I first decided I was going to give this crazy idea a go.
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking 'cause I'm tired of lying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly.