Inner hippy (outer pain)

With work being such a drag these days and realizing I needed a break from my semi-self destructive partying behavior and basically, a break from the foggy city, I decided to be spontaneous (or as much as I am able), and opted for an overnight hotspring trip to Orr in Ukiah. I've only been to a hotspring once, so it was nice to revisit the experience and find a new place. The weather was perfect and we had a sweet little private cottage/room and scheduled massages for the next day. It was very relaxing to unwind, play a game of chess, walk down the forest road, cook our own food, soak, steam and the such.

My massage was interesting. I've been trying to embrace my inner hippy (if she exists). At least I don't snicker when someone asks how I am doing spiritually and with my inner self. I explained that my outer neck could really use some treatment and that my goal was basically to reeelllaaaxxxx. I'm not sure of the style of massage the lady was trained in, but she seemed to be getting more of a spiritual/physical moment from it then me with the deep breathing, humming, etc. She massaged my inner organs a lot and held various body parts in mid air for bouts of time. I cringed a little when she worked the kidneys-I guess those babies have been feeling abused. I did leave feeling more of an even disbursement of my "inner energery" and a strong need to urinate. Regardless, I like more bodily kneading in a massage, but it was still nice.

The massage made me realize that in order to submerge myself in to the hippy vibe, I needed to shed the bikini and "go buck" as my friend put it. Being self conscious about being naked, when I was the only one with an actual suit on seemed illogical. So, I shed the bikini and embraced the hot sun like a gekko broiling on a rock. My reward was feeling a sense of total freedom, along with a really sunburned ass-but finding it well worth it in the "end" (so to speak).

"A three hour tour"

Wow-birthday transports have certainly been interesting the past couple years. Last year I rode the trolley, this year a sweet mini-yacht around the Bay for a sunset cruise. Of course, we floated right into a massive fog cloud, or maybe that was my brain from being drunk on a ship? Eh, whatever. Being drunk on a boat is awesome because you have "rough waters" as an excuse for staggering around like an ass. The boat came with various "deck-hands," two bars, a sweet DJ set up and lot of pirate props. I guess my make-shift sword kept stabbing friends in the crotch-but that will teach them to sneak up behind me.

I always thought the Professor was hot. And while I loved Veronica of Archie Comics fame, I preferred Mary Ann on the show. I guess I have a subconscious alliance to my fellow brunette sistas.

Friends convinced me to experience "Marin nightlife" and just as I feared, it was pretty "Marina-esque." We hit jamband central at Sweetwater as I ogled the hot trumpet player and marveled at the number of strappy sandals, halter tops and dudes with silky button -ups, I thought I was having a Donnie Darko moment and transported back in time to the Medjool fiasco of weeks prior.

Regardless, a goodtime was had by all. And now I can tell the tale behind why I own a skull eye patch.

MeatFest 2006

No, not another Friday at the Rickshaw, but the lovely Independence Holiday weekend feeding frenzy. As I sit here typing, my stomach is on fire, raging with cramps due to the tasty, gorging meat fest I partook in yesterday.

I've become a little on the slim side as of late and thus, my body isn't used to the culinary abuse I used to put it through. So, yesterday for some reason, I thought eating two sittings of BBQ chicken, ribs, beef brisket, pulled pork, a corn muffin, potato salad, buko ice cream cake and pecan pie would be no problem. Oh, and one piece of grilled asparagus-musn't forget the veggies! Follow that with an evening of ghetto Bushmill chasers, and the result is...well...painful, though euphoric going down.

Sadly, I didn't get to yak bbq all over the Marina spawn that covered the roof of Medjool. Well, there's always next week to look forward to right?