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No Arrests Were Made
Sep. 18th, 2006 12:41 pmSo, I've so far avoided doing time in either Mexican jails or Turkish prisons. Whoo Hoo. Actually, since I my mind-altering substances that you can't buy at Rite-Aid days are behind me, the odds were low. But one can never be too careful.
Cabo San Lucas was beautiful, and just a little too "Spring Break for Grownups old enough to know better" for me. I came home with a new orange bikini, a wicked sunburn, two pieces of sunflower pottery, a shell necklace, and a serious need to detox.
The water was beautiful, and I could convince myself for 10 minute stretches at a time that no sharks were going to come eat me in the Sea of Cortez. Tequila, Dos Equis, and gin and tonic are all incredibly helpful in keep the shark fear at bay. Not so good on the potential drowning front, but you know, it's all about balance.
The vendors - time shares, junk, jewelry, pot, bodyguards, pottery, cocaine, tours - were annoying as all get out. My Spanish (my non-existant Spanish) sounded incredibly confident considering I don't actually speak Spanish and just defaulted to Italian 75% of the time. It didn't seem to bother anyone.
We went horseback riding along the beach at sunset. This alone was worth the trip. I did not exactly come home refreshed - I in fact came home more panicked about money and work and life than when I left - but I did come home having known that I gave my all to the vacation. That I ended it with an Ayeurvedic massage and a lovely lunch on the beach.
Fall is my reassess time, and I'm all in reasses mode (when the monster panic of debt recedes enough for me to breathe). If I go home, this should be the year to do it. Agewise, careerwise, all of that tells me that if I'm going to pack up and leave, and leave behind my dreams for this city (which is far more fanciful in text than in reality. My dreams for LA involve a tiny house in a decent neighborhood, and unless I meet a sugardaddy or sell something worth more than I am, that won't ever happen). But if I do this thing, if I go home and deal with my dad's reality, and the things that being closer to my family could offer, I should do it soon.
I, in some ways, know what this might mean. In other ways, I don't know how to envision it. The life I've lead as an adult, as someone not a student, has all been here. I think I only know how to be an adult in Los Angeles. I don't quite know how to change that.
When I came home, there was also new SG-1 to watch. ( Mild Spoilers )
Cabo San Lucas was beautiful, and just a little too "Spring Break for Grownups old enough to know better" for me. I came home with a new orange bikini, a wicked sunburn, two pieces of sunflower pottery, a shell necklace, and a serious need to detox.
The water was beautiful, and I could convince myself for 10 minute stretches at a time that no sharks were going to come eat me in the Sea of Cortez. Tequila, Dos Equis, and gin and tonic are all incredibly helpful in keep the shark fear at bay. Not so good on the potential drowning front, but you know, it's all about balance.
The vendors - time shares, junk, jewelry, pot, bodyguards, pottery, cocaine, tours - were annoying as all get out. My Spanish (my non-existant Spanish) sounded incredibly confident considering I don't actually speak Spanish and just defaulted to Italian 75% of the time. It didn't seem to bother anyone.
We went horseback riding along the beach at sunset. This alone was worth the trip. I did not exactly come home refreshed - I in fact came home more panicked about money and work and life than when I left - but I did come home having known that I gave my all to the vacation. That I ended it with an Ayeurvedic massage and a lovely lunch on the beach.
Fall is my reassess time, and I'm all in reasses mode (when the monster panic of debt recedes enough for me to breathe). If I go home, this should be the year to do it. Agewise, careerwise, all of that tells me that if I'm going to pack up and leave, and leave behind my dreams for this city (which is far more fanciful in text than in reality. My dreams for LA involve a tiny house in a decent neighborhood, and unless I meet a sugardaddy or sell something worth more than I am, that won't ever happen). But if I do this thing, if I go home and deal with my dad's reality, and the things that being closer to my family could offer, I should do it soon.
I, in some ways, know what this might mean. In other ways, I don't know how to envision it. The life I've lead as an adult, as someone not a student, has all been here. I think I only know how to be an adult in Los Angeles. I don't quite know how to change that.
When I came home, there was also new SG-1 to watch. ( Mild Spoilers )
