Archive for June, 2007
So, I’m getting ready to go to Portland tomorrow to visit my sister – and I am very excited because I’ve never been and keep hearing it’s awesome – and I decided to double check my flight status online. And I ran across what is possibly the most exciting news I’ve ever heard:
I wonder when tickets go on sale….
It’s not so much the heat as the humidity.
It’s days like this that I thank god for A/C.
I never used to consider myself that girly.Â I hated pink, I hated ruffles & bows, I hated make-up & jewelry, and – while I never hated them – I didn’t care about shoes at all.Â When I was old enough to drink, I scorned “girly drinks” and insisted on only drinking Bud and shots.
But somehow, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to like pink and bows and make-up and jewelry and I LOVE shoes.Â While I now prefer Miller Lite or Coors Light to Bud, my drink of choice is usually Stoli Raz or Stoli Cran and Soda… but if I can get my hands on some champagne, I’m ecstatic.Â I still don’t like ruffles… but a girl’s gotta draw the line somewhere.
While I’m okay with my increasing girliness, I think I’m scaring the BF.Â After showing him 5 billion pictures of the bike that I wanted to get, he decided to get it for me for my birthday… and spent the last two weeks trying to convince me that I really wanted a “real bike.”Â Here’s a picture of my bike (sold exclusively at Target, which only makes me love it more):
Isn’t it sweet?Â I already bought a hard-core lock, aÂ bell, a flashing rear light, and a helmet… now I just need to find a cute basket to add and I’ll be set!
In honor of my birthday, Nikki & Alexis are coming to visit to party with me!Â Plus, some good friends from my fantasy football league are coming to visit from DC!Â PLUS, one of the Boston girls is leaving next week to spend the summer in Nantucket, so we have to see her off.
All this adds up to a lot of silliness over the weekend.Â AndÂ keeping in mind that I just turned 27, thisÂ proverb is perfect:
“The more one worries, the older one gets; The more one laughs, the younger one feels.”
- Chinese Proverb
I’ll be feeling young this weekend!Â Hope you have fun too!
I am loving today.Â It’sÂ sunny blue-sky weather, not too humid – as perfect as a summer day in New England can be.
Hope your day is sunny too!
Who am I to leave you hanging this way? Alexis? Ha!
So, there I am in Baja on a Saturday night, eating a fabulous lobster dinner with two fabulous girls at a fabulous restaurant called La Fonda. (I know I just used the word fabulous three times in one sentence – I’m watching a re-run of Sex and the City right now, so it’s to be expected.)
We eat, we have strong margaritas (only one each!), I miss my chance to meet Luke Walton (or somebody who looks EXACTLY like him) because I don’t muster up the courage to harass him before he leaves the bar, we dance… a good time is had by all for the majority of the night. Then, out of nowhere, this drunk j@ck@ss decides to assault the three of us. He tries to grope us, but we manage to avoid him. He moves on… to assault a girl who clearly has Down’s Syndrome.
We stood there, frozen in horror, as he pulled this girlâ€™s shirt up and groped her breast. When she (understandably) freaked out and ran off the dance floor, he drunkenly stumbled back towards us.Â So, Cami told him off. After a 20 minute scene that involved us telling him he was an @ss, him whining that what he did wasn’t really that bad, and Cami literally shoving him away from us, we chose to leave the bar. (And, in case you’re wondering, the lady with Down’s found the rest of her party and seemed to be okay.)
At this point, it was about 1:30 am, so we decided to drive back to the house. We got into our car and hopped back onto the four lane highway that has two south-bound lanes that run along the beach (where we are in our car) and two north-bound lanes that hug the hills overlooking the beach (where our house is). The two sides are separated by a large median strip with plants and cement… and NO breaks for about 20 miles past the part of the hill that our house is located on.
We figure there must be some way of crossing over from the south-bound lanes to the hills, so I start combing through the hand-drawn map that the owner of the house had given us – a map that includes a drawing of a shark in the water, a car labeled “lost gringos,” and a “handy nearby cemetery” – to try and find a way to get to the house without driving 40 miles out of the way. Being the expert map-reader that I am, I find what looks like an exit that loops around to cross over all four lanes before heading into the hills. I show my find to the girls and we all agree that must be the way to go. Hooray!
We find the off-ramp, swing around over the highway… and end up on a dark road that heads straight back into the hills. NOT the hill that our house is on, unfortunately.
When we realize that the road doesn’t head back to the house, we turn around and head back the way that we came.Â Lo and behold, we see a little road that branches off on our left hand side – a road that wasn’t visible when we were driving the other way, but that clearly goes towards our house.Â So we veer to the left, head down the road… and 10 seconds later realize that we are heading the wrong way down a one-way road.Â How do we realize this?Â There are headlights blinding us.Â With flashing red and blue lights on the top.
Clearly not a good sign.
As brilliant women, we quickly realize that LaÂ Policia want us toÂ pull over on the side of the road.Â Which we do, even as we freak out about being pulled over, squint into the blinding lightsÂ in an attempt to see whatâ€™s going on,Â figure out how much money we have to use as a bribe, and try NOT to think about being thrown in a Mexican jail.
Two cops materialize at the driver’s window – one is probably in his early 30s, and one is somewhere in his 50s.Â They are obviously VERY angry with us, and start barking questions at Cami in Spanish. While I have vague memories of high school Spanish, I immediately start (silently)Â thanking god that Cami is fluent. The cops ask questions. Cami answers. They shine their flash light into the car and look around for a reason to arrest us. While I did catch a few words here and there in the conversation, Iâ€™ll post Camiâ€™s recap of the dialogue here:
La Policia: â€œWhat are you DOING?â€
Cami: â€œOh, you know, just trying to get back to the house that weâ€™ve rented for the weekend. Itâ€™s just a little bit farther up this road.â€
LP: â€œYou are going the WRONG WAY DOWN A ONE WAY ROAD, lady.â€
C: â€œWhat?!?! How could that be? There were no signs back there where we turned onâ€¦â€
LP: â€œWhere are you coming from? And where are you going?â€
C: â€œOh, we went to dinner at La Fonda. And weâ€™re just going back to our house in the gated community right over there.â€ (Cami points down the road into pitch black.) “We arenâ€™t sure quite where it isâ€¦â€
LP: â€œWe have NO idea what youâ€™re talking about.”
C: â€œThe community is right near here. There are guards and lightsâ€¦â€
LP: â€œHave you been there before?â€
C: â€œWell, we stayed there last night. We got lost going there yesterday, but we have this mapâ€¦â€ (I recognize the word â€œmapaâ€ at this point and thrust the stupid thing into Camiâ€™s hands.) â€œSee, hereâ€™s where weâ€™re going, and we were trying to take this exitâ€¦.â€
La policia take the map out of Camiâ€™s hands and start inspecting it as she shows them our attempted route. As they look at it, their faces loosen up. The younger cop laughs under his breath at the â€œlost gringos.” Emboldened by this friendliness, Cami adds, â€œYou see why weâ€™re lost. La puta mapaâ€¦â€
LP: â€œHa! La puta mapa!â€
And with that little curse, Cami won the cops over. The younger guy joked around with us for a few minutes while the older cop wandered down the road. When he returned, the cops got back in their car, left the flashing lights on, and backed down the highway so that we could follow them to the entrance to our community.
Isnâ€™t that nice? And I think the lesson here is clear. Swearing in other languages is the key to good international relations.
I swear I’m working onÂ my Saturday-Night-In-Baja story, but it’s taking longer than expected to write coherently.Â In the meantime…
Happy Birthday to me!
I am not so much a fan of birthday cake, so I’m on the hunt for birthday strawberry shortcake today!
Cami and I have been friends since we first met in August 1994.Â It was our freshman year of high school, and – by some blessing of fate – we had 5 out of 6 classes together.Â Â Sometimes it’s amazing to me that we’ve stayed so close over the past 13 years, butÂ it’s one of those bonds that you just know will never fade, no matter what.
Cami’s getting married in August… which clearly meansÂ I have been hounding herÂ since she got engaged about having a bachelorette party.Â A girl’s got to have her priorities, right?Â Even though I think she would have happily skipped this, she humored me by agreeing to have a small celebration.Â Â
Since she’s still in California and I’mÂ 3,000 miles away, we had to plan her bachelorette party around my open travel times.Â Â Once we decided on Memorial Day weekend, all that was left to do was decide on the location ofÂ the party.Â Did we want to stay in LA?Â Go to the desert?Â Visit Vegas?Â A few options were kicked around, and then genius struck.Â
We’d drive down to Baja.
I’ve been itching toÂ visit Baja California since 1996, when my friends starting getting their driver’s licenses and driving down.Â Unfortunately for my high school drinking plans, my uber-strict parents never let meÂ make the trip (which was, in all honesty, probably a wise choice on their part).Â But I digress.Â What matters now is that I was psyched to make this trip.
I’m going to skip over the boring travel details, and just briefly say that Friday night and Saturday day in Ensenada were a lot of fun.Â And the food was freaking awesome.Â Saturday night, though… that was when all the ridiculousness occurred.
And that story will be my next post.
Have a great weekend!
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