Before I impart my thoughts on last night’s debate, I have to let out a big world wide web sigh of happiness. I returned to California last night to a screaming mess of glorious cars and smog. Ahhh! When I saw that California license plate, I damn near cried. Seriously. The cab driver said to me, “Where are you going?” And when I replied, in sobs, “I’m already here!” I did not give a damn that the cab driver thought I was crazy.
On the way to AM’s awesome new house, I passed by old stomping grounds. There was the gelato shop, the new Whole Food’s Shopping Center, Manhattan Village Mall. As we passed by Target, I screamed in glee, while my cabbie (who already thought I was nuts) stared at me in the rear-view mirror. I reminisced about times spent at Round Table Pizza and Mr. Pockets. I opened the window and inhaled the warm ocean breeze. Ahhh!
This morning, I woke up to not a cloud in the sky and power-walked to the beach. I stared at the water crashing onto the sand and began a jog along the Pacific Ocean. As I passed other beach-joggers, I waved “hello!” and they all waved back. I saw children and puppies playing in the sand, right next to a duo of beach volleyball players practicing for the next AVP tournament. I went down to the water and touched the sparkling (dirty ass) water; splashing it on my face. Like an extra in a commercial for southern California tourism, I was in bliss.
Next up? A Coffee Bean Vanilla Soy Ice Blended! That will be the perfect drink to partake during my bitchfest of last night’s debate!