Last trip to San Diego was with D, and we drank mai tai's on this little restaurant overlooking the Coronado Bay, and stayed at this cheap hotel in a Mexican part of town. Lots of fun. When I was sobering up 16 years ago this fall, one of the hardest recurring memories I had to dispel was just how pleasant those mai tai's were ... things of bacchanalian beauty. D and I had a long conversation but I'm not at liberty to reveal the contents. Not long after we returned on that vacation she made an unfortunate error in judgment, don't know if it was related to that conversation, and well that knocked the wind out of both of our sails. Part of having to cope with the aftermath involved my sobering up. I'll never forget that I had to buy her a bottle of champagne to get her to tell the truth.
But that June we drove across the desert together. Flew into Phoenix first. She wanted to move there for some reason. She'd gotten into her head that Phoenix was beautiful. It was a hellhole-ish nightmare of Jack-in-the-Boxes, auto parts stores, and Circle K's. Perhaps it's nicer now. Of course Scottsdale and Tempe were beautiful. From Phoenix we drove to Los Angeles, but she hated LA (she'd given up on Phoenix though). We stayed at a bed and breakfast in Seal Beach. Jeez, this entry isn't going anywhere. The only cool part of this story I'm not going to tell you ... ok mebbe a hint ... the only bit of poetry involved some turquoise jewelry she bought contrasting against her tanned skin...she was quite beautiful. oh never mind. Well, now that I think of it, the cookies at the bed and breakfast were good, too. I have a pretty good memory for cookies. You know, now that I think about it, I've had memories of San Diego for years. It'll be fun to return.
BTW, sorry to Phoenix readers. Perhaps I was just in a bad section of town. FTR, I'm not thrilled with Las Vegas, either. Speaking of LV, I wish I was going to Comdex.
Jebus, this is getting duller than ever.
More random thoughts:
Why I like the Republicans, the short version: Because I can breathe easier around them. I don't get the sense they're judging my opinions or testing them against a template of correct opinions. Republicans allow me to live my life in peace. Which is what I want. Still, Dems have a compelling argument when they point out my car stinks ...
As much as I see this whole red v. blue paradigm as interesting, I can't help wonder: Isn't a disparity between the city and the country kind of an old story? Like, Sumerian old. Written on a Sumerian wall was the following: "Look at them city-slickers." "Ah, screw you, hicks."
Just because both sides of a political debate say the other side is delusional and insane doesn't mean that one side isn't right. Heh. I mean, when a shrink diagnoses someone as insane, you don't say, "Well, I think they both have a point."
But enough about me ... oh wait, this is my blog. This is where I dump my self-absorbed thoughts so I don't have to torment the people in my life with them. Go ahead, I just served it up. Knock it out of the park.
Hey, you know what wouldn't be funny ... if in the afterlife God tells us, oh yeah, the Dems were right. Bush stole the election in 2004. :)
Turns out that piece of land I bought in the Poconos may be worthless. That's just great, you know. The funny thing is I was warned ... and that's not the only time in my life I've been warned about something but blew it off and trusted someone, only to have to come back and haunt me. By worthless, I mean it may be a big, big hassle to get a driveway permit. But, the jury's still out on this.
I'm exhausted. I have an early flight tomorrow.
Don't know when I'll be back again.
If you got keys to my Poconos house, go ahead and have a party while I'm gone. Enjoy. That's what the house is for.
Oh yeah. The Red Sox won the Series. And Kerry lost. ZB, it looks like I'm off the hook.
That's all for now.