Sunday, June 15, 2008
Stay Classy San Diego
I am having a love affair with the west coast. Its one of those illicit relationships, very romance novel-y (and I am big breasted and swooning), where I have New York, the lover that has yet to let me down- I am only searching for it's faults...I am restless but it is "stable", that everyone says is "right" but the taste of salt and the lure of sun kissed skin, natural oils and rustled hair makes me want to wrap myself back into the arms of the west coast, leave all of my things and start wearing tie-dye, pooka shells, and flimsy bikini tops, staying bed all day with the scent of "him" on my skin.
I want to take long naps in the sand, burying my feet under to keep them warm, read memoirs and rent a studio Oceanside. I want to fill my rooms with fresh flowers, every window open-the sound of the waves and the birds, people rollerblading and honking horns on handlebars.
I want shelves with knickknacks, seashells and handpicked shiny rocks. I want candles that burn throughout the day, patchouli oils and incense. I want vintage woven baskets with fresh fruit, afghan carpets, scarves draped over rocking chairs and patio furniture. I want to smell of a long day OUT in the sea, I want my shoulders to be browned and warm, my cheeks pink and my legs strong from running in the sand. I want to wake up every morning and stretch my heart towards the ocean and breathe in it's sound. My inner instincts tell me San Diego is perfect, right now. And maybe that's all it is....right now. But it's hard (being the mere mortal that I am) to not wonder, but what happens when I'm not here, right now- how do I feel then? What if I want this, "right now" all the time?
My family and I are here and enjoying RIGHT NOW more than anything, "June gloom" was what we were greeted with but that hasn't stopped us from surfing, and eating icecream on the boardwalk. Family vacations are always amusing, we ARE the Griswold's. Even when I was a kid my Daddy was eerily similar to Chevy Chase, he even fell through the ceiling in my room once trying to, "catch that damn bird!" in the attic. Thus far, all of us are still in once piece but we like to pummel through everywhere as if we're bulls in a china cabinet, and I as full of graceful as I am- have only broken one glass.
We make friends and scenes wherever we go, we're buoyant people with high energy and very clear love for each other and laughter- my Dad, like Chevy is always bumbling around making everything as "perfect" as family vacations should be, in the most inappropriate and entertaining manner. Though we have yet to get drunk and dance on any tables like previous vacations. No, seriously.
Tonight at dinner we told our waiter we were celebrating, when he said, "HAPPY FATHERS DAY!" my Dad had completely forgotten but genuinely meant we were celebrating...."What are you celebrating then?" our response, "...life!" and just like that, each one of our desserts came out with flaming, very high, sparklers CRACKLING madly through the restaurant, "TO LIFE! CHEERS!"
So here in SD, as I do my best to restrain myself from speaking in an Anchorman, Ron Burgandy voice everywhere I go, I am celebrating life. The scenary and shirtless men are specimans alone. Anyone with 0% body fat should be considered a piece of art. I have yet to look at my cell phone, have managed to work at night when everyone is already asleep and haven't asked what time it was since we got here. Leaving behind the things that we're usually so tangled up in (internet and television included) I have been looking at all the things that I usually would have missed and with that have shaken my inner (sometimes dormant) bohemian to wake up again.
I'm going to bed tonight legs sore from the running and the "attempted" surfing, tired from being a part of the day, and intoxicated from the overwhelming feeling of freeness, that I feel here.....and as the stars align, maybe some more time for me, here will too. And right now, it is perfection.