Sooooooooo.  The day finally arrived.  31 May 2008.  I was going to go see WENDY RULE!!!  I got up, bathed, applied makeup, ironed clothes, cleaned the Birds . . . then, finally, left for New Haven, of which I would be catching Metro-North -- the Train to New York City . . . I grabbed a cuppa coffee . . . and was on my way . . .  It was a nice drive . . . I managed to outrun the storms . . .

I got to New Haven, found the Train station ((I had printed out directions, but I realized I didn't have them once I was looking for my exit.  Fortunately, I had attempted to write them before they printed, so I still remembered part of them!!!)).

I get to Union Station, purchase my round-trip ticket for Grand Central Station . . . board and wait to begin my journey.  I try to be careful not to sit backwards on the train, but I did, so rather than watch the scenery in a way that would make me nauseous, I decided to read.  I like the series I'm reading now, anyway.

So I arrive at Grand Central Station . . . the place is just HUGE, which I recalled from the two other times I had been there . . . and I am trying like all hell to figure out which train/subway/shuttle to take to get to Greenwich Village . . . I ask -- the New Yorkers are amazingly friendly and helpful about directions.  Unfortunately, I reckon I'm a total greenhorn, 'cuz I got on the wrong train, not once, but twice.  Well, not the wrong train.  Right train, WRONG direction.  Which meant I wasted my boarding pass by having to turn around and go back.  Twice.  At least the subway isn't wicked expensive.  Not for a couple of trips in a single day.  But they were wasted tickets none the less.

Finally . . . I arrived in Greenwich Village.  Now another tough decision . . . which way do I need to go to get to Caffe Vivaldi???  I looked to the left.  I looked to the right.  I looked straight ahead.  Hmmmmm.  I had no clue.  Streets seemed to be running in all directions . . . parallel here, add a Y there . . . Crikey!!!  I was getting terribly nervous . . . since my subway mishap had me thinking I'd be truly late . . .

So I took off walking.  I went to the right, then crossed a strangely angled street.  In a few minutes' time . . . straight up ahead . . . lo-and-behold . . . was Jones Street.  Now, I knew if I got on that, that one way or the other would lead me right to Wendy's venue . . . and as soon as I got to the street, turned the corner . . . there was my destination . . . right there . . . as if a neon lighted arrow should be pointing to it and flashing . . . ((The Goddess watches out for fools, LOL)).

I walked up to the door, which was open.  I walked inside.  The ((really cute)) waitress said they weren't having people to come in just yet, but she asked me my name.  I wasn't on the reservation-list, so I explained that I had called the venue 5+ times and nobody ever returned my call to confirm my reservation.  Since it was just me, she said it wouldn't make that much of a difference, and I waited outside and took my seat when they allowed entry.

Since it turned out that I was early . . . I continued to read my book.  Actually, I managed to finish it and begin on the next one . . . in the meanwhile, Wendy arrived.  She came in, sat down her guitar . . . and began to greet people.  She came over to me, and adressed me by name, said hello, waited for me to stand up, and she gave me a great big ((sweet)) hug . . . .

Now, I am not implying that she has no memory, but . . . I was pretty astonished that she sees and meets soooooooooooo many fans every day, all over the world, and in all of that, she remembered my  name.  That was a really HUGE honour!!!!!!

Her concert was fabulous.  I loved it -- every minute!!!  I hated to see the evening come to an end.  She had told me after she packed up her equipment, she would come and sit with me and visit for a bit before we leave, but the next entertainer was arriving at the venue, so she wasn't able to do that . . .  BUT!!!  She is making TWO tours this year, so she promised me she'd spend more time with me when she sees me this fall. 

I just love Wendy to bits.  I wish I could be around her more often.  I said quietly to her that she is the fantasy of many . . . which I whole-hearted believe is true.  She is a total package:  She is Pagan.  Beautiful.  Friendly.  Talented.  Amazing.  Who wouldn't fall for her???

So the evening came to a close . . . I got back to the train station, caught my subway train to Times Square, got onto a shuttle-train back to Grand Central Station, then boarded my train and awaited the ride back . . . all with beautiful memories of Wendy . . . I sure wish I could've just maybe had a little kiss . . . but dreaming is lovely too . . . I sooooo love her!!!  What a fantastic woman!!!  What a great evening!!!

Sweet Blessings,

Wynter Ravyn/Angie . . .   ((Note:  I am NOT Ms. Cabot, I am Wynter Ravyn.  I just like to include her quote in my Signature because I find her AMAZING!!!))   "Let the majick begin!"  -- Laurie Cabot   An' ye harm none, do what ye will.  So Mote it be.   )O(     Blessed Be!!!     )O(     *Wynter Ravyn*     )O( -:¦:-..· ..¨¨)) -:¦:-          
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