Desynchronised but happy
I fell out of the weekly post schedule, completely missing last week. I had my plate full with a thousand and one chores to complete and even though I could have just about squeezed in a post, I felt it would be sub-standard and unworthy of you, my esteemed readers.
In that week, EDU, my younger son, turned 3 and had some friends over at home for a party. Thankfully they had a good time. I also took a trip to Las Vegas, famous for its casinos and hotels styled after cities around the world, to meet up with 22 ladies from secondary school. Being in Vegas was such a surreal experience, like being on a movie set but I had a great time catching up with friends, some of whom I hadn’t seen since we left school twenty-something odd years ago.
We tried to cram as much fun as possible into the few days we were out, including forgoing sleep (and you know I love my sleep). I’m now paying the price for all that enjoyment and suffering a severe case of jet lag coupled with sleep deprivation. I was curious about jet lag as I have only experienced it very mildly in the past flying to or from (can’t remember which now) New York. So I looked it up on Wiki and this is what I found.
“Jet lag, medically referred to as desynchronosis, is a physiological condition which results from alterations to the body’s circadian rhythms; it is classified as one of the circadian rhythm sleep disorders. Jet lag results from rapid long-distance transmeridian (east–west or west–east) travel, as on a jet plane.
Considering I crossed at least three time zones between the UK and Las Vegas, that means I have a few more days of recovery ahead. Oh joy! I think parts of my brain are still strewn along the airspace between Nevada and Hertfordshire so, needless to say, I won’t be delivering any intellectual discourses in this post, until I’m able to fully recalibrate my grey matter.
I don’t want to slip further behind so here’s a short composition to keep us going till my brain gets its groove back. Enjoy!
I couldn’t sleep for the excitement
You could tell I needed no incitement
I’d awaited this day for so long
I almost burst out in song.
Off to Las Vegas I go,
Hey ho, hey ho!
A weekend of fun and laughter
Happily ever after.
Delayed flight, no bother
I got put on another
They’re all part of the OneWorld Alliance
Thus deflecting my defiance.
After a nine-hour flight from the UK
I was in no mood for further delay.
Alas I should have been in Chicago’s ORD for two hours
But ended up in Houston’s IAH for seven hours!
Finally arrived almost 24 hours after I left
And of coherent thought, totally bereft.
To compound it all, the luggage was left behind
To be in good humour, I was disinclined.
Then sights and sounds of Vegas loomed bright
And did my excitement reignite.
As the taxi neared the hotel
My heart with glee did swell.
Screams of delight and joy rent the air
As hugs, friends and schoolmates did share
Smiles and raucous laughter rang out loud
As anecdotes of school were avowed.
Bellies filled at sumptuous dinners and sprawling buffets
Entertainment by the living and the ‘dead’ at the cabaret
Winning and losing at the fruit machines
Not to talk of what went on behind the scenes.
So much to do, so much to see,
So eclectic, such a pot-pourri
Too soon, too quickly, the time slipped by
And it was time for the goodbyes.
With contact details exchanged
And future dates arranged
Amidst promises to keep in touch
The emotions became too much.
With smiles on our faces and tears in our eyes
Last minute shopping, farewells and goodbyes
Each one headed home to those they’d left behind
Content in the knowledge our lives are forever intertwined.
With measured steps I made my way to the airport
Armed with ESTA and my passport
Hoping for a stress-free flight
Not a re-enactment of my previous plight.
Both legs of the flight were uneventful
I had no cause to be resentful
Safely home and reunited with loved ones
I doled out the souvenirs and tokens.
Though now I’ve got jet-lag
I am no jet hag
My body’s confused about night and day
And my circadian rhythm in disarray.
Yet the memories of Vegas
Cannot be bought in any Bodegas
I’ll cherish the time I spent with dear mates
I met up with in the United States.
Tara for now.