Magical Mystery Tour

"Roll up and that's an invitation, roll up for the mystery tour ... Roll up to make a reservation, roll up for the mystery tour ... The magical mystery tour is waiting to take you away ... waiting to take you away"

I sometimes can't help but wonder what other people are thinking when they seem to be participating in the same mundane tasks I am ... Taking a cab home ... Waiting in a restaurant for food ... Viewing life from a balcony ... Sitting in traffic ...

After seeing Dark Knight last night, my friend and I came back to my place to chill for a while before proceeding, as planned, to take her home ... Not long prior downing half of a painkiller she had most generously provided the weekend just past, but hadn't come around to devouring it ... until now, of course ...

After having driven with an expired license for almost two months my confidence in being invincible behind the wheel was increased 10-fold when I finally hauled my arse to the local RTA (Roads & Traffic Authority) ...

I'd sampled the same painkillers a couple of years earlier, acquiring them legitimately after a knee reconstruction, so there was no feeling of hesitance prior to, and after, it's consumption ...

After an hour passed since it's demise, and prior to stepping up to my agreement of dropping my friend home, I complained of the lack of effect it had on me ... Unimpressed with the anti-climax, deciding a few Jim Beam's would get the party started (or at least make it more interesting) I decided it a safer and more logical path to take my friend home first so as to continue my solo celebration upon safe return ...

The drive to her place takes around 30 minutes at that time ... Deciding to take the route where it's no street light road, bush either side, for 5 minutes ... I realised, when I switched my lights off when using trial and error in remembering the indicator function, that this little beauty had some kick ... So I floated us to her place in my Cloud 9 vehicle with dual exhausts with a smirk on my face ... Pulling up outside we said our goodbyes ... Existentially mapping my way home ...

With a lack of cars on the road I decided against the daunting Road to Mordor, and opted for the more appealing brighter, friendlier route home ...

Not long after departure it seemed I had befriended a red commodore ute ... Flying around corners, like Monkey and his oh-so loyal and sturdy cloud, this vehicle friend became my marker ... Like the Pied Piper he lead me home ... The glowing tail-lights my beacon of hope, my security blanket, my light at the end of the tunnel ... The hypnotic fix on those red lights my life buoy, keeping me afloat in this fussy, untamed cloud that I seemed to sink deeper and deeper within ...

After encountering, for the first time, another vehicle on my journey I grinned profusely ... Finding amusement in my total and utter enjoyment I was having whilst performing this mundane task ... Was the red commodore floating along Eastern Valley Way on Cloud 9 ? ... Or perhaps whistling in glee the Pied Piper's tune ? ... Or perhaps just cold, tired, wanting to get the fuck home ! ... Maybe he was late home from the lads place after a few beers and he was anticipating the wife's not-so-warm welcome home ... Maybe he was on his way to work as a graveyard shift worker ... Maybe he was a she that liked V8 utes ... Maybe she sneaks the keys from her husband's bedside table every night to drive the V8 ute because he'd never let her any other time ... Perhaps she had taken a trip and was Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, not Monkey Magic at all ...

Sure, from a *normal* outsider's perspective we were just two vehicles getting from A to B ... the driver of one just a little intoxicated ...

But hey, what is *normal* anyhow ? ...

If it involves seeing things in that one dimensional view ... then Please!

Hand me that straight-jacket *stat*! ...

And book me a one way ticket to that little place where the flowers grow ...

I'll be back in an hour ... or so ...