Monday, October 02, 2006
I'm back, bitches...married, tan, and very, very bloated.
My new husband and I spent the last half of September in paradise, basking in the sun, frolicking in the water, eating some very ono grindz and watching gorgeous sunsets every evening.
But now I am back home in Los Angeles.
As I was driving home on Washington Boulevard from an extremely difficult first week back at work the other day, I watched the sun set. Like the sunsets we witnessed in Hawaii, rich hues of periwinkle, lavender, orange and gold danced with one another to form the most interesting marbled patterns in the sky. Unlike Hawaii, however, there were no palm trees, golden sands or sparking waters in the foreground. No, what I saw in front of this sunset on my drive through Vernon, CA, that evening were "El Cucuy de la Mañana" billboards, power lines, railroad yards and big rigs. This sunset was formed out of the smog particles that had saturated the air, which by the way, thanks to the Farmer John plant in the area, also smelled like rancid cat food.
I have decided, therefore, that I need to find a way to pack up and move to Hawaii, and I figure there are three ways in which I can achieve this goal:
a) Think up an ingenious business plan involving some way to lure in and gimmick tourists.
b) Live a modest lifestyle with whatever life savings I already have and work at Starbucks in order to get a 401K and health insurance.
c) Whore out my analytical skills--there's gotta be someone over there who is in need of some in depth business analysis.
Or I can just shut the fuck up and enjoy my life in L.A. And maybe just have a vacation home in Hawaii. Is that better?
Anyways, folks, I'm glad to be back...have you missed me??? Look for new posts detailing my Hawaiian food (and other!) adventures over the next couple of weeks.