hippo birdy to me [mar 24]
tanks to dees and bleu, i am sleepily recovering from an extravagantly fun filled weekend...

first there was friday night with a massage -- shiatsu, which evidently means "no pain no gain" -- luckily, they forgot the thumb screws. and truth be told, i loved it. then, dinner with dees at fattoush, my favorite middle eastern restaurant ever.

then onto monterey with dees, bleu, satchmo, baskie and minabelle [the packing had me a little stressed -- for some reason every trip is las muertes chiquitas, a small death, but we managed...]. thoughtfully, the entire trip was planned around satch-the-moley-wole [yay!].

and in lovely monterey, there was sunshine [yay!] and kayaking -- which involved spurts of upper body exercise, mixed with a healthy dose of drifting along idly past gorgeous flora and fauna -- I don't think I've seen so many sea otters, herons, brown pelicans, and jellyfish in my life. we did our best to keep our distance, but they were everywhere. and the otters reminded me of satchmo, so staying away took some effort.

and you know it's love, if a [mostly] vegetarian takes you out for a meat fest! we met up with emylene and roach and friend [nice fellow from toronto] at this swanky place which included an amazing platter of raw meat [wrapped in clingfilm, to my relief] that was used as the visuals for a very informative lesson in meat. now I know the difference between a porterhouse and a t-bone steak [both have filet mignon and ny strip steak -- the porterhouse has to have at least 3 inches of f.m.] -- and after a full evening there, we could almost give the spiel. a truly worthy meat experience.

the hotel was right on seaside state beach -- so the next morning when satch woke me at the crack of dawn, we wandered to the beach. not only were we the first people on the beach, but we were in time to catch a rainbow and several otters and dolphins eating breakfast. the dolphins were magical in that authentic, too bad disney overuses it, kinda way. found myself peacefully sitting on the beach with satchmo, just enjoying the view.
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las muertes grandotas
sigh. if pre-trip anxiety is a small death, then satchmo's illness are the large deaths I have to face every day. moley is stumbling around after another seizure. the further birthday tales (and the horseback riding was something!) will have to wait. wish us luck, and keep us in your thoughts...

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