Sizzle Says

I’m thinking I was just experiencing utter exhaustion or maybe I was suffering from a 24 hour bug. I slept most of yesterday with a short trip to the grocery store. You know how after you throw up you are afraid to eat anything in case it makes you throw up again? That was me yesterday. I kept getting goose bumps and chills even under mountains of blankets. I’m thinking that sleeping from 8:30pm to 6:00am did the trick. Though now my back feels all messed up from laying down so long and I am incredibly groggy. Gee, could I complain some more? I am a horrible patient. Today, I don’t feel feverish or like puking so this is progress. I’m crawling back to normalcy.

This random sickness really usurped any elation I had about my happy travel tales. I really did have the BEST time last week. Like on Tuesday, the first day of the trip. I was awake for 19 hours (lacking sleep was a constant theme on the vacation). I reached delirium around 10:00pm when I was trying, unsuccessfully, to tell M & M some story but kept losing track of my thought and veering off onto another topic entirely. Or maybe that’s how I always talk? They didn’t seem to notice. But they are nice people and rarely point out my flaws to my face.

Tuesday was a fanfuckingtastic day despite operating on 4.5 hours of sleep. I have missed my friends. Their hugs. My ease at being around them. The way the crack me up. Our deep knowing of one another. It was good to be back even though the town feels different. Stores are gone and the landscape is changing. But the same homeless guy is still dancing to his own beat at the corner of Pacific Ave. and Mission St. And the drunk couple is still fighting up a storm, just on a different block. And the guy in pink is still walking slowly holding his umbrella. Oh Santa Cruz, your weirdness is constant and never-changing.

I stopped in to surprise Supple at her job and found her bending over stocking merchandise. I slapped her ass so hard I think I might have left a bruise. But I ask you, how could I NOT slap her ass when she was in prime position?! I met up with Bird and we walked along the ocean. I ate at my favorite restaurant with three of my favorite people on the planet. I got to see my dog. She has more white hairs but has no idea she is nearing 12 years old. She’s even learning to jump through a hula hoop! I laughed and smiled more than I have in weeks.

Bird and I spent most of the day together. We went for pedicures because we are girls and we like that sort of stuff. While we were sitting in the massaging chairs (good God how I love those chairs) and the woman was massaging my legs and feet with some hot oil (good God how I love that woman), I would almost drifted off into blissful late afternoon napping when Bird would invariably ask me a question. Woman! I am napping! I have been awake for 12.5 hours on 4.5 hours of sleep! Yes, Bird? No, I don’t know where Oprah lives. I think she has like 10 houses. She lives many places. The only downfall of the pedicure was that they had Oprah on the TV in a direct sight line. You know how I feel about Oprah. Snackie, back me up.

Tuesday was the first in a series of great days. I’m one lucky lady, I’ll tell you that much.

“Honey you are the sea/Upon which I float/And I came here to talk/I think you should know/That green eyes, you’re the one that I wanted to find/And anyone who, tried to deny you must be out of their mind/Cause I came here with a load/And it feels so much lighter, since I met you/Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you” -Green Eyes, Cold Play