Thank. Heaven. I have been searching endlessly for the set list that Joe Costello obtained for me on December 11th... and only JUST NOW found it! I had the one from the 10th, which is very special for its own set of reasons; yet, to lose[???] the one from the 11th was just UNthinkable!!! And how was I going to reveal its loss to Joe, who so aggressively [with all those arms reaching out ~ mine included ~ one had to have some extra measure of SOMETHING in them to actually get a set list placed in your hands!] sought one. In this case, he was reaching much further than I possibly could, saying, "For Lizzy! For Lizzy!" Don't know if that made the difference, but something did... he was given one! Then, dear and kind Joe Costello generously placed it into my hands! I put it in my Leonard Cohen fedora & name, canvas bag and took it out a brief moment to compare it with sharon.e's miniature version, which neither of us even knew existed! They're VERY frameable and not sure from whom she was able to get it!!
Then. Darkness struck. After boarding a 4:10 AM early Sunday morning for the airport, I spent the entire day on planes, in airports, and in cars... until I got home somewhere around 11 PM. Who knows what I did with anything at that point, except fling my body into bed. When I went to find it, though... it was nowhere to be found, and no recollection of where I might have put it

... and did I even have any recollection of having SEEN it since I was INSIDE the theatre

!?! Making calls to my friends who transported me [was in both their cars, in relay fashion], to the restaurant where we stopped, and unable to find the Gray Line's phone number online, my next step was to try to find the small business card that had the phone number I needed to call [and by the way, they were VERY kind themselves, in agreeing to pick me up in the first place... the deal is that you call THE DAY PRIOR... but this concert broke 4 hours and I didn't actually call the Gray Line until 12:45 AM Sunday morning, a little over 3 hours from when I needed the ride!]. Time has passed and my search has continued... over and over old territory in really absurd ways! How many times can I empty an almost empty suitcase and check all the pockets one more time... and check ALL clothes to see if I'd put it in there

. I was down to concluding that it really had slipped out somewhere along the line

... or that someone slid it out of my bag

[the worst possible conclusion of all, yet it wasn't here or there or anywhere to be found... and I had noticed how my bag gaped quite wide open when I simply had it over my shoulder].
Now, checking AGAIN the same place I have checked multiple times... I found a piece of plastic ~ that I THEN remembered having put it in for protection... albeit it was rolled up and wrinkled irregularly with the roll-up folds... and inside the rolled 'whatever' that I was looking at and saw some letters that YES ~ REALLY WERE KEY NOTATIONS

and the songs alongside them

~ now I have no skulking, with profuse apologies leading the way, to do with Joe and my set list is SAFE in a frame and on the wall. Tomorrow, I'm buying another one for the preceding night's

.
Severe sleep deprivation and chronic fatigue can do wonders for obliterating one's memory.
My time in Vegas... it was all about Leonard. Had the equivalent of one glass of wine... maybe two... VERY expensive wine, shared with others... wine I never in this lifetime could have afforded myself. Smooth, mild, delicious... all rare words for me to use in regard to wine, anymore. One drink... a Corona bought by MaryB for me. Didn't stop at a single slot machine or table. This was all about finding Leonard and the peace he brings amidst the MAX EXAMPLE of "Boogie Street"... he really was back on it and prevailed with his quietude and wisdom.
Met SO FEW of the people I wanted and thought I'd meet. Other circumstances usurped that time. So, now, it's on to another time... where I'll be asking people if I can see their nametags... even when they introduce themselves. Sometimes names you know so well don't register. Everything was such a flurry and a blur... and a total of 8 hours sleep over a 4-5 day period simply NOT enough. The schedule for that total was:
To bed and wake up normally on Wednesday morning, since leaving for Vegas on Thursday.
Thursday night, up ALL night, with 1 hour of sleep somewhere between 4 and 5 AM... then, up to finish getting ready, to leave by 6:30 AM to get to the airport approx. 2 hours away.
On the plane all day, including an extra 3-4 hours unexpectedly delay in Detroit, due to a bird strike on the 1st Officer's side of the plane [before we had gotten on the plane], which resulted in a cracked windshield. As I was praying for some FAST DRYING GLUE for that new windshield we were told they were installing, the airline wisely brought in a new plane from Minneapolis to carry us the rest of the way to Vegas. Instead of a 5:30 PM arrival, though, it was 8:45 PM and getting to the hotel sometime around 9:30 PM.
Got 'home' late that night [Thursday night] and got 2 hours sleep.
Next night [Friday night], got 4-5 hours sleep, and Saturday morning had a leisurely and nurturing breakfast with my dear friend, Mirka, from Poland.
Saturday night got 0 hours sleep, as I went to the concert and, afterward, spent some lovely time in very pleasant conversation with "Mickey D" [Leonard's and Javier's guitar keeper]. Just as he was leaving the room, I was able to quietly say four of the things to Leonard that I had wanted to say to him at Joe's Pub in New York City several years ago... but since I don't speak well in front of other people, had not, and preferred to only sit silently beside him at the time. It's the better way for me, until I adjust to another person's energy and presence. This time, I felt very comfortable saying these things.
Then, to the shuttle wait stop, to where Vern Silver accompanied and waited with me for it to arrive, after we'd run into each other at the hotel front desk.
In Friday night's concert, I was tearful beyond belief. Just kept crying; not tears filling my eyes or dropping down from them, but flowing from all of their lower surfaces and my mouth shaking and my forehead tensed and contorted, like a child's crying... I had to cover my mouth, to conceal the visuals of my silent sobs. I felt pure gratitude when Leonard acknowledged and validated our devotion to him when he referred to his fans, but added that he doesn't like to refer to us that way because it's much deeper than that. You could feel the gratitude fill the room as we cheered his words. Those words we have longed to hear from the man at the receiving end of all of our many feelings.
Every word Leonard sang was filled with truth in its delivery, as though he were speaking each one for the first time, to Javier, to Sharon, to Charley, to Hattie, to Dino, to Roscoe, to Bob, to Rafael, to Neil, to us, and to whomever each song was written for or about. It was, for me, the most intense concert ever.
On Saturday, I held together better emotionally, with my bittersweet feelings not as visible. I felt the finality and the sadness, mixed with the joy and gratitude that I was there experiencing every minute of it.
These concerts have been and will always remain indescribable for me. I seem to only be able to touch the surface. They go where words have never been.
~ Lizzy