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Jun. 14th, 2002 11:59 pmNo riding today, even though it would have been perfect for it. The unbearable heat wave (okay, the two days of above-80 temperatures) broke, and we're back to sunny with a hint of coolth. We had dinner plans with K & C and Sc and Je (I have got to find more cunning names for friends). I dragged everyone to a completely different Thai restaurant than usual. Thank God everybody liked the food, because the service sucked the big root. When you make me really angry at a restaurant, you get tipped in nickels.
Afterward we rolled and waddled back to Sc and Je's house for cocktails on the deck under the stars. K agreed that this is as close to camping as she's ever going to get. This is a shame, because I know a wonderful campground on a bluff over the sea with coin-op showers, electricity, and hot and cold running raccoons. Twice a day the deer come down from the wooded hills to the little meadow to graze. During the day you can scout the tide pools and make truly disturbing beach art. At night you can have crazed monkey sex in your tent while the raccoons decorate the shrubs with empty sea urchin shells. How can she pass up such an offer?
Je, who is a gal of great warmheartedness and generosity, gave me a new motorcycle jacket! It's flash red, which might slightly improve my chances of being seen. It's also got scads of pockets so maybe S doesn't have to carry all of my girly possessions on his bike.
I must confess that I am abusing OTC meds to get to sleep. I've been taking nighttime Sudafed every night this week. About an hour and a half later, I'm weaving and swaying like a tranquilized musk ox on Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom. Given half a chance, I'd rather abuse prescription medication, but doctors aren't exactly lining up to shower me with Xanax and Sonata prescriptions like confetti. Bastards.
Afterward we rolled and waddled back to Sc and Je's house for cocktails on the deck under the stars. K agreed that this is as close to camping as she's ever going to get. This is a shame, because I know a wonderful campground on a bluff over the sea with coin-op showers, electricity, and hot and cold running raccoons. Twice a day the deer come down from the wooded hills to the little meadow to graze. During the day you can scout the tide pools and make truly disturbing beach art. At night you can have crazed monkey sex in your tent while the raccoons decorate the shrubs with empty sea urchin shells. How can she pass up such an offer?
Je, who is a gal of great warmheartedness and generosity, gave me a new motorcycle jacket! It's flash red, which might slightly improve my chances of being seen. It's also got scads of pockets so maybe S doesn't have to carry all of my girly possessions on his bike.
I must confess that I am abusing OTC meds to get to sleep. I've been taking nighttime Sudafed every night this week. About an hour and a half later, I'm weaving and swaying like a tranquilized musk ox on Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom. Given half a chance, I'd rather abuse prescription medication, but doctors aren't exactly lining up to shower me with Xanax and Sonata prescriptions like confetti. Bastards.
