Veranito
The Summer Solstice arrived and the skin shed: We are so predictable sometimes.
I was looking forward to the long sun filled day. Pulled out a coral strapless gauze dress and strappy sandals, felt the ocean calling. It was going to be a good day, no a great day.
The invitations rolled in and I passed; to the aquarium happy hour, the club six, bikram...
I was ready on time- rare. Looking forward to walking in the sun, simple. It was getting later, his excuses rolled in; late getting out of work, just getting on the train, not ready for my trip tomorrow. Oh, the first day of summer was not shaping up as planned.
Breath: It helps.
It didn't take long for me to walk out of our dinner. Sipped my wine, listened and smiled, felt the sunlight slipping away outside. With a tilt of my head I took one last look and got up. Turned on my heels and ignored the South American Spanish rambling on behind me. It was clear, my summer solstice rituals were being compromised, and I had to go.
Drove myself to the Ocean, and smiled as the bonfires dotted the shore. Breathed the air in deeply and thought of my friends, the ones that didn't mind the silly little things I valued and celebrated. Quirky I was called once, embarrassed then, I embrace it now.
My best guy friend in the city buzzed through. My friend invited me again to club 6, said I should come over immediately. The guy friend said it best, "Don't worry in few days you won't even remember him." My friend got in from bikram and after she said "uh-oh," asked what I wanted to do.
Having left before dinner arrived I felt something like hunger. We went to NOPA, their late night kitchen and glowing interior just makes you feel good. We sipped mojitos, talked about grad school, and planned for Burning Man. After dinner she said, "new season, fresh start."
*
Summer is here, the sun is out, and although I feared a funk just decided to spend sometime in a headstand and you know, I think it worked. My friend invited me to join them camping for a world music festival. Her words left me with a glimpse of the summer to come, "Lo we are single girls in the city, we don't have to answer to nobody."
True so true, but a fuzzy boy to go with summer wouldn't be completely terrible...
"The path that I'm walking, I must go alone
I must take the baby steps til I'm full grown,full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending do they
And I forsee the dark ahead if I stay" Big Girls Don't Cry- Fergie, on Mtv3 :)
I was looking forward to the long sun filled day. Pulled out a coral strapless gauze dress and strappy sandals, felt the ocean calling. It was going to be a good day, no a great day.
The invitations rolled in and I passed; to the aquarium happy hour, the club six, bikram...
I was ready on time- rare. Looking forward to walking in the sun, simple. It was getting later, his excuses rolled in; late getting out of work, just getting on the train, not ready for my trip tomorrow. Oh, the first day of summer was not shaping up as planned.
Breath: It helps.
It didn't take long for me to walk out of our dinner. Sipped my wine, listened and smiled, felt the sunlight slipping away outside. With a tilt of my head I took one last look and got up. Turned on my heels and ignored the South American Spanish rambling on behind me. It was clear, my summer solstice rituals were being compromised, and I had to go.
Drove myself to the Ocean, and smiled as the bonfires dotted the shore. Breathed the air in deeply and thought of my friends, the ones that didn't mind the silly little things I valued and celebrated. Quirky I was called once, embarrassed then, I embrace it now.
My best guy friend in the city buzzed through. My friend invited me again to club 6, said I should come over immediately. The guy friend said it best, "Don't worry in few days you won't even remember him." My friend got in from bikram and after she said "uh-oh," asked what I wanted to do.
Having left before dinner arrived I felt something like hunger. We went to NOPA, their late night kitchen and glowing interior just makes you feel good. We sipped mojitos, talked about grad school, and planned for Burning Man. After dinner she said, "new season, fresh start."
*
Summer is here, the sun is out, and although I feared a funk just decided to spend sometime in a headstand and you know, I think it worked. My friend invited me to join them camping for a world music festival. Her words left me with a glimpse of the summer to come, "Lo we are single girls in the city, we don't have to answer to nobody."
True so true, but a fuzzy boy to go with summer wouldn't be completely terrible...
"The path that I'm walking, I must go alone
I must take the baby steps til I'm full grown,full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending do they
And I forsee the dark ahead if I stay" Big Girls Don't Cry- Fergie, on Mtv3 :)
posted by Lorena | 7:00 PM
2 Comments:
Lorena, love your blog.
I, too, am originally from Southern California and moved to "the City" for graduate school in the late 90's. I had the great pleasure of living in the Tenderloin for year, and then the Outer Richmond for two years.
Reading through your blog/stories brings back so many good memories and good feelings of the places that I walked, the friendships that I made and still keep, and the experiences that forged me into the person that I am today--all made possible by the time I spent in the City.
Its good to hear from you that the City is alive and vibrant, with a strong pulse. I could go on forever.
I wish you the best of luck with your dissertation.
tacosam- thank you for the kind words and the link :)
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