I'm ready to leave work for the day. So ready in fact that I'm not even interested in goofing off doing personal things just to pass the time. At this point it's a matter biding my time until it's "I'm leaving a little early" as opposed to "I'm taking the afternoon off work." By my estimation I'd say that's another 45 minutes. I'm thinking of spending that time jogging up and down the halls screaming "the little green men have taken all my marbles and they won't give them back!!"
My eye's doing all better and stuff which means I'll have to figure out some other creative reason to stay home from work. The next time I'll be off is when my dog needs to have surgery on his hip. Now I just have to get a dog...
Yesterday I decided that scratching or otherwise irritating my left eye was a good plan. Feeling like gravel was crawling around my eye socket and leaking gallons of tears was really a great way to spend my day. The eye is still enjoying some post-apocalyptic afterglow today. Enough so that I didn't feel safe to drive to work (sad, I know). So I'm putzing around willing my eye to get better. It's much better than yesterday and I'm nearly certain a few more hot chocolates and thai iced teas will ensure a rapid recovery.
I boycotted Thanksgiving this year. Well, technically I boycotted turkey and the whole social thing. I was still thankful and all that good stuff. I turned down an offer to spend the day with a good friend and a few of his friends. Instead I made it a day to pamper myself and focus on my art. I spent several hours processing photos from New Orleans, took a nap, hung out in the Castro, met a hottie model who's agreed to pose for me, did a self photo shoot, and watched Little Britain Abroad followed by Project Runway. All in all in was a very artsy and fun day.
And another thing about Thanksgiving: I've never been a huge fan of the traditional turkey dinner. For years I've been trying to convince friends and family to forgo that tradition and do something like a huge Thai feast for the day. Everyone has been extremely enthusiastic "as long as I get a little turkey, cuz it's just not Thanksgiving without turkey... oh and we have to have mashed potatoes... and maybe just a little cranberry sauce and stuffing..."
Right.
So basically we're going to have a traditional Thanksgiving dinner with a side of pad thai?
While I didn't cook a huge Thai feast for me, myself and I, I did go out for dinner and had myself a tasty Asian Pear and Gorgonzola Salad. It's not quite Thai, but I felt all wild and rebellious eating it. It was just a froo-froo California hybrid salad I know, but to me it was my "damn the man" to the whole Thanksgiving institution.
Oh. And... Happy Thanksgiving.
While I loved my time in New Orleans and am eager for a return visit, my time there helped me realize how perfect California is for me: a land filled with chai tea, holistic medicine and recycling bins. In my book that sure beats 24/7 alcohol, voodoo marts and not a single effort to recycle in sight. Alaska definitely has the free-thinking thing and California amps that up a couple hundred percent. Am I becoming a green loving, alternative thinking Californian snob? Perhaps. But it's okay, cuz we're better than everyone else.
I've returned from New Orleans and back to this thing called reality. I had an awesome trip filled with food, art galleries, socializing, making friends, photography, sunning by the pool, relaxing and tons of walking. It's definitely a different world down there. I'm looking forward to another visit at some point so I can see even more of the area.
On the flights to and from I watched several movies the best of which was The Fountain with Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz. What a beautiful movie.
I don't have any more trips planned until January. It'll be nice to have time in SF again, though I have to admit that I'm loving the hell out of this new travel kick.
"Every morning when I get up I look in the mirror and say, 'I like you. And if I weren't you, I'd want to be your best friend.'"
I'm in New Orleans for an extended weekend, hanging out with my friend Volney and loving being away for a bit. My luggage showed up about 16 hours after I did, but overall I'd say the trip's off to a good start. Walked several neighborhoods, visited some art galleries, drank a hurricane and am heading out in a bit for some nightlife. I don't get home till Monday night. Yay me!
The smell of leather was strong on the dance floor of The Oasis. It's not that leather is the most practical material for shaking your booty, but when it's the official dance of Palm Springs Leather Pride what else are you going to wear? While I sweated to the oldies in my own personal leather chaps and vest oven, I flirted. One hottie in particular caught my eye and I made sure to sweat in his general direction. After I took a break from my flirtatious gyrations my friend Greg pointed out that the object of my flirtation bore a striking resemblance to myself. When I looked again I saw his point. Oh well. It's not like it's some big newsflash that I worship at the throne of Narcissus. And I'd rather get caught flirting with a look-a-like than making out with the mirror again. Cuz, well, that was just embarrassing.
I'm spending the weekend in Palm Springs and will be enduring a lot of lying by the pool sunning myself. I'll also be enduring a massage, leather events, flirting and sight seeing. Why do I put myself through all this? Because someone has to do it my friend.