Vida de una Chica Soltera y Loca

I haven’t written anything over the weekend, because I have been traveling again. On Friday night, Ripper and I went down to meet Elle’s band in Tijuana. It happened to be Elle’s birthday, and we thought it would be a lot of fun to spend the evening with her and the boys in the last place I thought I’d ever be.

We flew to San Diego, cabbed to the border, walked over the border, and then caught another cab to the club where the band was playing. The club was something. It apparently used to be a very large cinema, but there was a fire that gutted the place, and the roof was destroyed. They cleaned it up, put up a stage, and voila, an outdoor music venue. We kept saying how this would never happen in the states, because of all the insurance and permit issues.

The opening band was this local ska-punk band. I never did catch their name. It was pretty cool. By the time the band went on, I was feeling pretty damn good. The band played a rocking set, and we were all pumped. When the gig was over, we set out to paint the town and eat some tacos.

We stayed out until the sun was almost coming up. I feel confident that I have seen and done what there is to see and do in Tiajuana at five in the morning. As you may expect, it’s not pretty. It’s also not quite as bad as all that either. It’s almost comedic. I’m not going to go into the specifics, because I don’t see the point. It wasn’t scintillating nor was it scandalous. It was just Tijuana.

The next day, we hoofed it back to the border, and along the way, some some of the other sites of the city. Including a lot of junk for sale on carts, some art, some roving musicians, etc.

Over all, I’d say it was a great experience in that it was an experience. Something I had never seen before, something I couldn’t have seen elsewhere, and something I never thought I would see. I’m glad I’ve gotten to this point in my life, where I have the opportunities to be spontaneous, and to do these unexpected things.

I didn’t tell my family that I was going, but I called Momser afterwards and told her I’d been. She thanked me for not telling her so that she wasn’t worried.

I went, I saw, and I didn’t get mugged or arrested.

Also, I accidentally had a bit of the tap water and nothing bad happened to me.

No pictures with this one, ’cause those are just for me and my friends.

Highs & Lows

First off, I found my lucky traveling hat.  He was hiding under the couch cushions with my missing fifty cents.  Crisis averted.  I won’t have to go on a single adventure without him.  Phew!

However, my pesky insomnia, which I only wish I could lose, doesn’t seem to be taking the hint.  Get lost, insomnia.  Nobody likes you.   Nobody thinks your jokes are funny, and your breath kind of smells.

 

I’m funny when I can’t sleep, aren’t I?

 

Just sayin’.

Project Runway – Week 2

I don’t have anything to complain about this week.  I absolutely loved the dress that won, and hated the losing design.   I thought the winner was something that did look very wearable, if you were a bit edgy, and it wasn’t like you could see to China. I’d wear it to a Phenomenauts party.  The losing design was too shiny, too short, and too funky.   

I can’t wait until things get good and juicy.  I don’t have any favorites yet.  None of the designers have really stood out to me.   We’ll see how things shape up.

I’ve sort of started watching this Shear Genius show, just because it’s on right after Project Runway.  It’s OK.  I like my hair, but it’s hard for me to judge what makes a good hairstyle.  I just go into Wonder Dave and say, “make it more edgy, make it more blonde, make it less blonde, it’s too froofy, etc.”

What Am I Doing?

It’s after midnight.  I think I have what could be the seedlings of a sinus infection.  I’ve irrigated said sinuses twice already, and taken some meds, too.   So what the hell am I doing up?

I’m working.  That’s what I’m doing.  Why?  I dunno.  Maybe because there’s a lot of work to do.  My boss is on vacation.   So that pretty much means it’s just me.  And I have an extreme work ethic.

Plus, this is a very complicated campaign I’m putting together.  (I work in advertising; did I ever mention that?)   So, it’s kind of aggravating in a really fun way.     Yes, I’m one of those weirdos that enjoys being challenged.

But if I’m not done here in the next hour, that’s it!

I do have my limits.

Vicious Cycle

So, after a bit of an over-active weekend, I’m feeling a bit under the weather.  I was nodding off all day yesterday, and then couldn’t get to sleep until two in the morning. So, today I worked from home.   And then I nodded off watching the evening news.   So now I’m having trouble sleeping again.  I’m also kind of not breathing so easily, with the head cold effecting my sinuses.  

So here I am, 11 o’clock on a Monday, watching The Daily Show and researching the Neti Pot.  I’ve heard great things about this, and I want to give it a shot so that I’m good to go before the next weekend.   

Road Trip Highlights

OK, so in summation about the road trip, here are some highlights and bullet points.

  • My little Honda Civic averaged about 40 miles per gallon
  • Number of pit stops on the trip home – 3, one at a Washington rest stop, one at a truck stop in Pissbreak, OR, and one at a truck stop in Wizzstop, CA
  • Total time to get home – 14 hours
  • 3 – the number of Go Jimmy Go songs heard in a juke box while in Seattle.  (And no, I didn’t pick them)
  • Number of times carded – 4
  • 1 new pair of Elvis shoes, 1 new pair of capris, 1 new hat, a bag of tee shirts and 1 new wallet bought for myself
  • Number of uncharacteristically self-aware epiphanies I had while I was alone for 14 hours on the road = 2
That was an awesome trip, but I don’t want to do it again any time soon.  My next trip is going to involve a plane ticket, for sure.
Pissbreak, OR

Road Trip – Day 8

There’s a friend of mine, Apple, who’s living in Seattle these days.   I haven’t seen him in a while, and it’s been even longer since I got to really spend any time with him.   It was really nice to be able to chill, just the two of us.  And even though I love my family, it was also nice to take a break from them.   So, I headed down to Seattle for a night out on the town. 

We started out at an old haunt of Go Jimmy Go, The Knarr.   This place was a dive.  Really.   It’s sort of in the university district, but it’s not the type of place I could imagine Suzy College hanging out.   After a pitcher of beer and some pizza, we decided to put the car to bed, and stick to the area near Apple’s apartment.   

Our first stop was an Irish bar.   We ordered another pitcher, and were just goofing off and watching a bit of the baseball highlights, when we realized that we had stumbled into a comedy show.    I don’t want to go into too much on the show, but let’s just say that we left before it was over.   

On our way to our next destination, Apple and I started talking about our respective successes and failures in the romantic arena.  We had both come to the conclusion one evening long ago that Love sucks.   Actually, I think what we had said was “Fuck Love.”    

So, here we were at this bar, both of us kind of feeling low, and we decided it was time to throw the towel in.  We caught a cab on the way back, picked up some Chinese food, and settled in the apartment to watch some cartoons.   We passed out pretty soon there after.

In the morning, we went for a little bit of a sight seeing drive to West Seattle.   It’s a great spot for a great view of the Seattle skyline.    When we had seen a bit, we headed back for left over Chinese and Big Lebowski for breakfast.   Then I got a phone call summoning me back to the parents’ place to take Momser and my aunt shopping.

I took quite a few pictures of the evening and morning in Seattle.   Click to enlarge.