--- there's bread and cheese upon the shelf ---
so if you wanna hear more you better sing it yourself
mmm hmmmm
so if you wanna hear more you better sing it yourself
mmm hmmmm
posted by marg at 7:58 AM
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
--- swallowing not spitting ---
Roybyn behind the wheel, we kicked off the trip from SF up to Napa, wine - picnic - big snooze. Day two, in the mood, did a tasting at the iron horse in SONOMA. This was less TASTING and more shooting the breeze while swallowing with relish a glorious array of sparkling red white and anything else they had, punctuated by handfuls of good salty POPCORN. All this overlooking a vineyard and valley and MORE OF THAT ONE PLEASE, visited by dozey bees.
--- coastal hops on Route 1 ---
Santa Cruz
Cruised the ghostly albeit sunny gawdy boardwalk and ate battered CHEWY CALAMARI on the pier, honking sea lions flopped on the rafters beneath.
Big Sur
Drove along the ever winding precipice of the route 1 Big Sur coastal cliff top road at sunset - happily snapped a few impossible shots of that and the approaching cigar-roll of cloud up the water, which unfurled within half an hour and turned our pink bathed camera moment into a BLACKOUT horror fog.
Santa Barbara
Strolled around the UNEVENTFUL BOTANTIC GARDENS - though did spot a humming bird
Monterey
- went to see the AQUARIUM - with it's torpedo tuna - no doubt buzzing their butts around the place at a pace owing to the recent addition of the GREAT WHITE shark
- did a WHALE WATCHING boat ride which lept and dipped and shook and then after 6 miles was surrounded by HUMPBACKS and a school of SEA LIONS and a flock of dive bombing hungry GULLS and stuff
Passadena, LA
Went to meet for the first time and visit with AUNT ZOE (my mom's cousin who has my mom's brow, chin and nose, a very DISTRACTING likeness)
Begged/dragged robyn and zoe to take me to the FOREST LAWN CEMETERY, HOLLYWOOD. Bete davis' tomb and liberace - for you celebrity seekers (marilyn's we never found) and fabulous swooping landscaped surroundings and pseudo-grecian family idyll sculptures - see flickr for pics.
Santa Monica
Dropped in for an afternoon stroll on the beach past the PALMS and the FUNFAIR PIER and the SWINGS. Then hastily up to town we went to robyn's favourite much propped up DELI BAR for glasses of champagne. This was followed by a near bankrupting dalience in victoria secrets at THE MALL...
Newport Beach
No attempt to swim here, sat on the sand bank watching the 6 foot [AT LEAST] waves smash down and rush up at us with CONTEMPT. Read our books and edged back a little more.
Encinitas, near San Diego
Stayed with Aunt RUTH'S house in Encinitas, with a view over the valley of hot air balloons bobbing up in the balmy [ooo we do love San Diegoesque weather] afternoon sky.
Went SWIMMING at MOONLIGHT BEACH. Robyn optimistically made her way into the waves saying she didn't want to get her hair wet.
Back to San Fran
Last night visit to a restaurant near San Jose too meet Uncle MILT and Aunt JUDY and just a peppering [maybe 20] of the GRAND SPRAWLING FAMILY.
--- heavenly retreats ---
Thanks to Robyn's hotel points we spent a number of nights in heaven. MARRIOTT BEDS are something to beheld in. Like collapsing into the breast of a plump white PIGEON BOSOM. Great times enjoyed propped up against soft white belinened cushions sipping pinot noir or whatever an open bottle had to offer, nibbling complimentary dark chocolate and scoffing at pay per view rom-coms, or the blessed OPRAH [who is helping plenty women find their true bra size and jeans THAT FIT]
Roybyn behind the wheel, we kicked off the trip from SF up to Napa, wine - picnic - big snooze. Day two, in the mood, did a tasting at the iron horse in SONOMA. This was less TASTING and more shooting the breeze while swallowing with relish a glorious array of sparkling red white and anything else they had, punctuated by handfuls of good salty POPCORN. All this overlooking a vineyard and valley and MORE OF THAT ONE PLEASE, visited by dozey bees.
--- coastal hops on Route 1 ---
Santa Cruz
Cruised the ghostly albeit sunny gawdy boardwalk and ate battered CHEWY CALAMARI on the pier, honking sea lions flopped on the rafters beneath.
Big Sur
Drove along the ever winding precipice of the route 1 Big Sur coastal cliff top road at sunset - happily snapped a few impossible shots of that and the approaching cigar-roll of cloud up the water, which unfurled within half an hour and turned our pink bathed camera moment into a BLACKOUT horror fog.
Santa Barbara
Strolled around the UNEVENTFUL BOTANTIC GARDENS - though did spot a humming bird
Monterey
- went to see the AQUARIUM - with it's torpedo tuna - no doubt buzzing their butts around the place at a pace owing to the recent addition of the GREAT WHITE shark
- did a WHALE WATCHING boat ride which lept and dipped and shook and then after 6 miles was surrounded by HUMPBACKS and a school of SEA LIONS and a flock of dive bombing hungry GULLS and stuff
Passadena, LA
Went to meet for the first time and visit with AUNT ZOE (my mom's cousin who has my mom's brow, chin and nose, a very DISTRACTING likeness)
Begged/dragged robyn and zoe to take me to the FOREST LAWN CEMETERY, HOLLYWOOD. Bete davis' tomb and liberace - for you celebrity seekers (marilyn's we never found) and fabulous swooping landscaped surroundings and pseudo-grecian family idyll sculptures - see flickr for pics.
Santa Monica
Dropped in for an afternoon stroll on the beach past the PALMS and the FUNFAIR PIER and the SWINGS. Then hastily up to town we went to robyn's favourite much propped up DELI BAR for glasses of champagne. This was followed by a near bankrupting dalience in victoria secrets at THE MALL...
Newport Beach
No attempt to swim here, sat on the sand bank watching the 6 foot [AT LEAST] waves smash down and rush up at us with CONTEMPT. Read our books and edged back a little more.
Encinitas, near San Diego
Stayed with Aunt RUTH'S house in Encinitas, with a view over the valley of hot air balloons bobbing up in the balmy [ooo we do love San Diegoesque weather] afternoon sky.
Went SWIMMING at MOONLIGHT BEACH. Robyn optimistically made her way into the waves saying she didn't want to get her hair wet.
Back to San Fran
Last night visit to a restaurant near San Jose too meet Uncle MILT and Aunt JUDY and just a peppering [maybe 20] of the GRAND SPRAWLING FAMILY.
--- heavenly retreats ---
Thanks to Robyn's hotel points we spent a number of nights in heaven. MARRIOTT BEDS are something to beheld in. Like collapsing into the breast of a plump white PIGEON BOSOM. Great times enjoyed propped up against soft white belinened cushions sipping pinot noir or whatever an open bottle had to offer, nibbling complimentary dark chocolate and scoffing at pay per view rom-coms, or the blessed OPRAH [who is helping plenty women find their true bra size and jeans THAT FIT]
posted by marg at 7:07 AM
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Saturday, September 16, 2006
Thursday, September 07, 2006
--- the journey ---
so the GRAND PLAN was to set off on Monday evening and arrive at sunrise. Lizzie and i venture downtown to the Dollar car hire, sign up, hop in the SILVER JEEP and navigate home to load her up... by which time she's stinking... the car park dude checks her out and says there's no water and no oil in there. Cutting a LONG teeth gritting ridiculous story short we get the thing towed at 12am and replaced with a BLUE BEAUTY. Fine. We'll leave EARLY in the morning, we reckon. Then we balls the alarm and end up leaving at 10.30.
ALL GOOD
We get to RENO, we do the HELL THING that is WALMART, pick up our hire bikes from 'the rat'... And we drive through the late night creeping trail to the Black Rock City - watching out for behorned bulls, sucking little BOILED SWEETIES, oogling at the spray of STARS emerging outside and listening to the CHILLED TUNES mix from Maciek again and again in lieu of bad radio.
--- the setup ---
we were in a tent, part of a campsite parked at 2.45 and Brave in the Black Rock City.
Lots of lovely kids sat on sofas around the barrel of fire, military kitchen tent operation, beers, bloody marys, Warren's unbelievable spag bol one night, a shower erected on day 2, shade cloth, bike rack etc, weathered the DUST STORM, ummm maybe a few pics will help
--- hot ---
More than I can express. BLESS the camp site for creating a SHADE structure and a tent. Lathered up with factor 50, hid and cooled down with water spray. Nope, didn't burnt. Crossed the line of dehydration a few times; where am I again? But mostly drank so much damn WATER that my days were largely defined by trips to find TOILETS [works of beauty they were, with lovely little sanitising squirty things outside], or emergency illicit squatting or such.
--- moments ---
- KIND PEOPLE
- SERENDIPITY
- NO MONEY
- LEANN'S arrival on the Thursday morning,
- tequila and SUNRISE DANCING at the tikki bar
- begging and squeezing a place in the HULA workshop... wrapped mine up in blue and fluorescent orange
- then hula at sunset at the deepend
- cycling [yep, MY BIKE a sweet young thing with stars in the wheels and a bit of worse for wear fluttery streamers hanging off the left handle] cross playa - day and night
- STARS STARS STARS
- DANCING DANCING DANCING
- SIPPING SAKE on a swing
and the list goes on
not enough words for it all
--- and relax ---
Have been taking in some long balmy urban and waterside white wine lunches with Lizzie - one disastrously ending off with a VEGAN PIE - involving rhubarb and some nasty wholeweat no butter crust... and they served it cold which was ALL WRONG. Vegan dessert is one step too far over that hippie line for me.
FRIDAY blows Robyn [big sister Laing] into town - then we embark on the CALIFORNIAN WINE SOAKED SEASIDE DRIVE BY ROADTRIP EXTRAVAGANZA for 10 days. Napa, Big Sur, Monterey Huntington Beach, San Diego etc.
so the GRAND PLAN was to set off on Monday evening and arrive at sunrise. Lizzie and i venture downtown to the Dollar car hire, sign up, hop in the SILVER JEEP and navigate home to load her up... by which time she's stinking... the car park dude checks her out and says there's no water and no oil in there. Cutting a LONG teeth gritting ridiculous story short we get the thing towed at 12am and replaced with a BLUE BEAUTY. Fine. We'll leave EARLY in the morning, we reckon. Then we balls the alarm and end up leaving at 10.30.
ALL GOOD
We get to RENO, we do the HELL THING that is WALMART, pick up our hire bikes from 'the rat'... And we drive through the late night creeping trail to the Black Rock City - watching out for behorned bulls, sucking little BOILED SWEETIES, oogling at the spray of STARS emerging outside and listening to the CHILLED TUNES mix from Maciek again and again in lieu of bad radio.
--- the setup ---
we were in a tent, part of a campsite parked at 2.45 and Brave in the Black Rock City.
Lots of lovely kids sat on sofas around the barrel of fire, military kitchen tent operation, beers, bloody marys, Warren's unbelievable spag bol one night, a shower erected on day 2, shade cloth, bike rack etc, weathered the DUST STORM, ummm maybe a few pics will help
--- hot ---
More than I can express. BLESS the camp site for creating a SHADE structure and a tent. Lathered up with factor 50, hid and cooled down with water spray. Nope, didn't burnt. Crossed the line of dehydration a few times; where am I again? But mostly drank so much damn WATER that my days were largely defined by trips to find TOILETS [works of beauty they were, with lovely little sanitising squirty things outside], or emergency illicit squatting or such.
--- moments ---
- KIND PEOPLE
- SERENDIPITY
- NO MONEY
- LEANN'S arrival on the Thursday morning,
- tequila and SUNRISE DANCING at the tikki bar
- begging and squeezing a place in the HULA workshop... wrapped mine up in blue and fluorescent orange
- then hula at sunset at the deepend
- cycling [yep, MY BIKE a sweet young thing with stars in the wheels and a bit of worse for wear fluttery streamers hanging off the left handle] cross playa - day and night
- STARS STARS STARS
- DANCING DANCING DANCING
- SIPPING SAKE on a swing
and the list goes on
not enough words for it all
--- and relax ---
Have been taking in some long balmy urban and waterside white wine lunches with Lizzie - one disastrously ending off with a VEGAN PIE - involving rhubarb and some nasty wholeweat no butter crust... and they served it cold which was ALL WRONG. Vegan dessert is one step too far over that hippie line for me.
FRIDAY blows Robyn [big sister Laing] into town - then we embark on the CALIFORNIAN WINE SOAKED SEASIDE DRIVE BY ROADTRIP EXTRAVAGANZA for 10 days. Napa, Big Sur, Monterey Huntington Beach, San Diego etc.
posted by marg at 7:48 AM
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
... burned ...
back in SF - beauty of blue monster JEEP returned all trace of white PLAYA DUST buffed away. Will be mostly HORIZONTAL, dreaming, drinking water, chuckling, recovering for a while. Journey through the wormhole was IMMENSE.
back in SF - beauty of blue monster JEEP returned all trace of white PLAYA DUST buffed away. Will be mostly HORIZONTAL, dreaming, drinking water, chuckling, recovering for a while. Journey through the wormhole was IMMENSE.
posted by marg at 9:41 PM
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