Monday, April 26, 2004
Hero
Bri = hero of the day for amazing technical support, and mostly for a sweet email inquiring about my first day!
How I love Cali...
Ok, so it was an amazing first day.
After hitting very little LA traffic, i made it down in no time (literally) Shhh. don't tell mom! The problem was that as I wasn't able to reach my new roomie before leaving for the concrete jungle, I wasn't sure if she'd be there to let me in. Of course that's exactly what happened. After stopping at an Am/Pm for coke, AMERICAN Oreo cookies, bathroom break, and pay phone change, I was, to my utter dismay, informed that no banos aqi. Strike One. Oh well, after using the rather archaic communicating device, termed by locals, as a pay phone I was unable to reach Loretta. Strike Two. So, now comes the part where I camped out on my own doorstep and waited for keys to fall like manna from Heaven...or something. What ended up happening was I finally caught up with Loretta at the 6 o'clock meeting. When no one else showed, we did the only southern California thing to do -- bailed for the beach. Walking past the shops selling Cali kid clothes; the street vendors selling beaded necklaces; beautiful So Cal boys with their blonde counterparts clad in flip flops lounging in the sidewalk cafes, rollerbladers whizing by on the boardwalk; passing Mexican restaurants on every corner and simply knowing that In N Out is always close by...These are just a few of the visual delicacies that my senses drank in with utmost pleasure as we meandered our way along the place where the ocean laps at the feet of the earth, but I digress...we made our way along the ocean as the golden orb that rules over our Sunshine state descended at a regal rate unto her watery bed. My toes touched the sand. We ran from the water. We talked of space and changing the world. Then we came upon the drum circle. drums pounding. hippies dancing. the air rich with incense...
And as the sun made her graceful exit behind the mountains, the drums and dancing and yelling crescendoed, as if it was our feeble attempt to thank the sun for her warmth and bid her come back again...
Then, it was back to work for a few hours before a late night Mexican dinner, the likes of which I had only dreamed of during my stay in France...Nearing midnight, I rolled into my new apartment, a 7 minute walk from work and less than 15 from the beach...Jet lagged, exhausted, I slipped into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.
After hitting very little LA traffic, i made it down in no time (literally) Shhh. don't tell mom! The problem was that as I wasn't able to reach my new roomie before leaving for the concrete jungle, I wasn't sure if she'd be there to let me in. Of course that's exactly what happened. After stopping at an Am/Pm for coke, AMERICAN Oreo cookies, bathroom break, and pay phone change, I was, to my utter dismay, informed that no banos aqi. Strike One. Oh well, after using the rather archaic communicating device, termed by locals, as a pay phone I was unable to reach Loretta. Strike Two. So, now comes the part where I camped out on my own doorstep and waited for keys to fall like manna from Heaven...or something. What ended up happening was I finally caught up with Loretta at the 6 o'clock meeting. When no one else showed, we did the only southern California thing to do -- bailed for the beach. Walking past the shops selling Cali kid clothes; the street vendors selling beaded necklaces; beautiful So Cal boys with their blonde counterparts clad in flip flops lounging in the sidewalk cafes, rollerbladers whizing by on the boardwalk; passing Mexican restaurants on every corner and simply knowing that In N Out is always close by...These are just a few of the visual delicacies that my senses drank in with utmost pleasure as we meandered our way along the place where the ocean laps at the feet of the earth, but I digress...we made our way along the ocean as the golden orb that rules over our Sunshine state descended at a regal rate unto her watery bed. My toes touched the sand. We ran from the water. We talked of space and changing the world. Then we came upon the drum circle. drums pounding. hippies dancing. the air rich with incense...
And as the sun made her graceful exit behind the mountains, the drums and dancing and yelling crescendoed, as if it was our feeble attempt to thank the sun for her warmth and bid her come back again...
Then, it was back to work for a few hours before a late night Mexican dinner, the likes of which I had only dreamed of during my stay in France...Nearing midnight, I rolled into my new apartment, a 7 minute walk from work and less than 15 from the beach...Jet lagged, exhausted, I slipped into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.
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