Yeah I’m a little excited
1. Must cure mother n law of Shingles so she can watch kids
2. Fix all broken components of trailer
3. Pack clothing, food, and beer
4.Pack sun block, chairs, and swim suit
5. Pass test on Thursday, get through work and off we go Thursday night
Filed under: Family, Road trip, your mom | Tags: Family, Roadtrip, Thanksgiving
The 15 fwy framed between my favorite pair of vans appeared harmless. At least on Wednesday it was as we made our way to Utah, Horchata’s birthplace. Horchata’s family have embraced me with warmth since I showed up at their door that October in 1994 with him to celebrate his 20th birthday. They didn’t know me but hugged me at the entryway, not the awkward tapping of shoulder blades but, big squeezes. We married within less than a year of meeting and the kids followed quickly after that, 3 in a row. Cousins asked us if we were Mormon or if we had heard of contraceptives. Young, stupid, in love, now with kids and a lot of debt. His family kept embracing and haven’t let go.
It was good to see them and the aunts, the uncles and the little cousins. Even good to see the fat cats and the old dog. Good to come home too.
Filed under: Family, Road trip, warm fuzzies | Tags: holidaze, kids, travel
Horchata and I are mulling over a Thanksgiving visit with some family out of state. Even with considering all the disappointments I’ve had with the past few times I’ve decided to travel, (3 times feeling guilty about leaving Horchata and the kids at home, 2 missed weddings, 1 abandonment by father), I still get excited about packing my hello kitty suit case and hitting the road.
Admittedly, I am an optimistic idealist with an unwaivering supply of hope. In the back seat I imagine 3 smiling children flipping through books or playing gameboys on silent. The car 
windows frame a wonder land scene in fast forward of: face make-up-tinted-desert-dirt swirling into Dancing Dust Devils with fellow entertainers, The Joshua Trees waving a warm welcome as our blue van noisily makes its way. The Flamming Lips is the soundtrack and sunglasses clad Horchata, is bopping his head as I speak inner truths and current revelations about myself.
In this fantasy there is no fighting, no throwing-up, no fast food wrappers up to my calves, and no strong lacking of cds. At least, there’s no missing Horchata and the kids, because they’ll be there, he won’t leave me behind, and there is no wedding jinx!
* I gotta get the girls together for non wedding adventure. In this fantasy I am 25 lbs lighter… more on that daydream later.
I could not help but notice huge mounds with nipples bursting from the ground.
Lala, the Hula girl noticed it too. Mind you, her spring was exposed.
Filed under: Road trip
Replies the African fellow, while eyeballing the orange t-shirt stretched across my bosom, at the front of the music store on Haight & Ashbury. This was my last visit to San Francisco approximately 5 years ago. Horchata (the spouse) and I tried crammed everything into a short visit. We made sure to take in Ghirardelli square, Fisherman’s Wharf, Chinatown and of course Haight & Ashbury. Driving in Frisco is not for me. Parking is nuts. Streets are steep. Give me an ativan and a nice view from the back, pretty please. As far as the Ghiradelli goes, a chocolate shop is a chocolate shop (nothing one can’t find anywhere else). And Chinatown in SF is pretty much like Chinatown in LA. Fisherman’s Wharf was grand though. This a good place to run around and act goofy, lots of shops with pirate gear, an arcade with photo booths, and nice restaurants. We went to one where you can order a bucket of seafood that they dump out directly on the table complete with potatoes and corn on the cob. They give you a bib and you just go at it! I loved Haight an Ashbury as well. There are lots of head shops with armpit hair clad nature girls behind the counter. I tried not to make it obvious as I stared at the afros under her arms. Art murals everywhere, homeless people (whom J.Y. tells me poop on the street), beautiful homes to gawk at and more.
So there’s this wedding in San Francisco next Sunday, which means I get to go on a road trip with some friends of mine. I can only imagine what I will be blogging about when I get home.
