The cigars have long burned out the smoke now fills no room heading back to earth after vacation on the moon, memories of the cameras captured in HD 4 k zoom, a fashion show like none other pageantry on the moon. Gilded hotel lobby, with swanky deco and paint, but always under construction and never looks the same. They have the biggest show, a galactic cabaret, they call it stellar dancing at the lunar Cafe. And the view of the earth ... take's your breath away. The outfits were worn with elegant glamour, the kind of midnight magic that would make you stammer, the drinks poured here will get you hammered, top notch chefs and servers with manners. A few alien bands would set the standards, but now I'm heading back to earth to my meager standards. The flight home a cosmic connection to my soul as I saw the sun hit on the northern pole a little bumpy is the flight on the way back home, the window shades lower as we pass some ozone, I may have been a plus one but feel like a king upon a throne, but I will never forget how it feels to be number one.
