After arriving at LAX my flight back to humboldt was delayed for two days. I spent them with my amazing auntie. We had sushi, pinkberry, got mani/pedis, caught up on eachothers lives over delicious red wine... All of my favorite things. It was a perfect reintroduction into modern civilization. I think it was in the large pedicure chair with a Korean woman massaging my hands that I started to warm back up to my American indulgences. LA is such a thriving hub of creation. I actually love it there. I flew up to Arcata, picked up my car and headed out to the cove. I've been living in a cute one bedroom house by the sea. It's beautiful and remote, no cell service, no Internet. It felt like coming home as I drove into southern humboldt. Once I got home I hauled my bags out of my car and sat down on the couch to rest my eyes. I woke up 14 hours later to my silent little house. I wasn't really ready to be there yet so I packed a weekend bag for the city (SF of course!) and called up my crazy red-headed friend to see what she was up to. Apparently C was relaxing at her parents property in Petaluma. C has amazing parents. They are strong, intelligent, compassionate hippies. They live in a turn of the century farmhouse on a beautiful patch of land in the vivid green rolling hills that make up the magical outskirts of Petaluma.
Being somewhat of an orphan I cherish the times spent with other people's parents with whom I actually feel at home. We partied in SF at night and spent the afternoons on her parent's porch, me reading and C sketching out beautiful naked women draped in animal pelts. The weekend came to an end and I headed home once again fully refreshed. That evening I called a friend to wish him happy birthday, he said a small group was at his place celebrating and asked me to come by. "B's here, is that gonna be weird?" he asked. Not at all. I felt so far removed from my heartbreak I really didn't mind at all. However as I started to drive over I noticed I was shaking. The physical effect that man has on me is ridiculous! I went over for dinner, wine and cocaine (as is customary in that household). I spent most of the evening catching up and laughing with B. We stayed up til 5am and then went to sleep in separate bedrooms. Friends feels good.
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