Wonderful Tongiht...

So.
I have been enveloped in the new book.. though it really isn't new.. but still
Wonderful Tonight by Pattie Boyd.
I find myself drifting there with her.. laughing along with the Beatles, drinking the coffee from the dentist laced with LSD and trying hard to find a way to get back to where we need to be... feeling the loneliness of having George so far away during tours... the feeling of getting dressed up and snazzy for photoshoots.. frolicking the upscale hippie bars and clubs and traveling to India for a transcendental retreat with ... feeling the agony of the sitting down for hours cradling the sitar until it comes out just right.. meeting RAvi Shankar.. walking in the door of the huge house to find boxes of letters from frantic fans... trying feebly to escape from the high mobsters in haight Ashbury when the Beatles refused a joint.. feeling the emptiness and utter lostness when Brian died of drinking and sleeping pils combined...
I will soon be to the part where she is with Eric Clapton..

at the same time.. im desperately in need of friends.. but so far no one is able to come visit..
until then.. the world of Pattie Boyd it is...