I get a better roommate

Wyatt's party was a howling success. For once, I didn't even feel like hogging the scene with my guitar. I hosted it at the pub because my house threatens to burst at the seams after the fourth or fifth guest (like the circus act where a zillion clowns all get into a teeny car), and beach parties have been done to death. Plus, it seemed like such a good excuse to get all dolled up and wear our finery.

I wasn't sure how many people would show up, given the short notice and on a weekday, but it was a decent gathering. Most of my neighbors and a few close friends were there; the ones I most wanted to introduce Wyatt to. Plus the inevitable gatecrashers and a few pub regulars.

Somebody snapped a photo, and I'm posting it in the blog. From left to right we have:

 

Ginny Egon with the flower in her hair

Me and Travis shaking our booties to the music
Morgana Wolff, looking like she'd rather be someplace else
Tamara Jones
Zelda Mae, my manager/agent and former boss
Leighton Sekemoto dancing with Zelda
Thornton Wolff
Wayne Garth and Dax Egon, the  two blonde guys
And finally the guest of honor, rocking out
There were a couple of others inside, including Stiles. He never does do well around a lot of people.

The party lasted until well after midnight. Eventually people started migrating inside, where the food was, and the serious drinking began. Travis and I stayed outside dancing until long after everybody else had stopped, and he remained extremely attentive all night.

Wyatt met a lot of new people and reacquainted himself with the pleasures of the living flesh.

 

And the not so pleasurable parts, too. LOL. His first day of being back in a semi-living body must have been ... intense.

 

 

The last thing I was expecting to happen in my life was to find myself with a ghost as a roommate. I have to say I'm excited to see how this fork in my road is going to pan out. It's an adventure. All of life is an adventure. I've alway been happy living alone, so I'm a little surprised at myself for coming around to the idea so fast. Could it be that the great Zayne Hunter, with all her fans and all her lovers, has been a little bit lonely?

I've always been a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl. I think a lot of people overthink and overplan. The only thing I ever planned was to become a rock star, and even that wasn't really a plan; more of a wish that I made come true. Not logically or methodically, but because I wanted it so much that it ... just happened. I mostly just go with the flow and see where it takes me, like that fateful phone call from the science lab.

I guess what I'm saying is that I follow my heart.

 

That's why when Travis pulled me aside at the party and asked me to move in with him, I didn't hesitate.

 

I moved in that very night. One phone call was all it took to arrange for the sale of my house and furniture. As for my personal belongings, I was only moving around the corner, so we stopped by my house so I could pack a few bags, and that was that. Of course I had to explain that I couldn't abandon Wyatt and he would have to come with me. Travis wasn't bothered in the least. We'd all had an exhausting day, and went straight to bed.

We "slept" most of the next day, and Travis had to hustle to get to practice on time. Okay, okay, we didn't actually sleep much at all. But you knew that.

 

I spent most of the remainder of the day learning that living with a ghost was going to be quite an experience. Apparently, one of Wyatt's chief pleasures is sneaking up behind people and giving them a scare.

 

Again and again.

Eventually my many recent sleepless nights caught up with me and I tumbled into bed. Even then, Wyatt wasn't ready to give up his fun, but I was snoring before he could scare me again.

 

I didn't hear Travis come in, but I felt him get into bed, or so I thought. That crazy ghost. I guess he's used to having the run of the house from his haunting days.

Needless to say, Travis put an end to that idea swiftly.