Before I write anything, I want to thank all of you for being the warmest, kindest people in the universe. I can't even tell you how much I appreciate the comments, emails, kind thoughts, prayers, and love you've been sending my way. Some people might think Internet friendships aren't "real" but clearly they don't know the truth. I've felt the support from all of you and it means the world to me. Thank you!
I'm writing this from a crappy, cheap, little hotel north of Santa Barbara. I decided to extend my weekend by a day but I'll be returning home Monday evening. Pure chaos is waiting for me at home. I'll probably regret losing another day in my week by staying here, but ….
I thought about staying in one of the pretty oceanfront hotels in Santa Barbara, but they're pricey. This trip was spur of the moment and not in my
imaginary budget. I figure a few days of breathing asbestos from foam ceilings won't kill me. Or maybe it will? Are any of you experts on asbestos because I'm pretty damn sure I'm inhaling it every moment I'm here.
might be is black mold growing here too.
Hey, at least this place has wi-fi.
I woke up Saturday morning and threw almost nothing into my cute little overnight bag.
I love this bag. There's a little zippered pocket on top and a handle pops out and extends allowing me to roll it. How perfect is that with my arm? This picture doesn't do the bag justice. It's a beautiful gold color and looks like an oversized purse. I love it. (I also got an amazing deal on it a few years ago!)
I never realized how "plugged in" I am. I brought my iPod for the car, my Kindle, my camera, my Blackberry, and my laptop (and all of the necessary chargers or power cords). When did life get to the point where I feel like I can't "escape" for a few days without technology?
On my way through town, I decided to stop in Santa Barbara and browse some of my favorite shops. I was getting hungry by late afternoon so I met up with one of my Santa Barbara buddies. We wandered into an Italian restaurant named Palazzio
It was cozy and the food was excellent. They have a variety of wine bottles stationed throughout the restaurant and an "honor system." If you pour yourself a glass of wine, they ask you to pay $5 for it. It was a charming place to stop and rest for awhile.
Afterwards I wandered the shops for awhile. I really need to find a few summery things before I take off for St. Lucia. Doesn't that make me sound like a world traveler? As if I take off for St. Lucia and other exotic locations on a regular basis. Wouldn't that be nice? Maybe I'll get admitted into Money Town if I keep talking like that.
Think of all the writing material I'd have if I moved to Money Town!
By the way …. excuse me while I go off on (another) mini-tangent for a minute. I was reading the St. Lucia travel guide. It said not to worry "too much" about the boa constrictors.
BOA CONSTRICTORS! WTF?
Maybe I should stop reading the travel guide and travel to St. Lucia uninformed. Ignorance is bliss and all of that ….
So anyway …
I'm on the hunt for shoes to replace my beloved sandals
. (The ones I accidentally superglued onto my feet!) Alas, my sandals are completely falling apart now, but I keep wearing them anyway. So far, no other shoe will suffice. I looked and looked, but I didn't find replacement shoes in Santa Barbara.
Eventually I wandered past a store providing body piercings. With absolutely no forethought I wandered in and within minutes found myself sitting in the piercing chair.
I already had double piercings in each of my earlobes. I've had them forever. Did you know having cartilage pierced hurts a lot more than having a lobe pierced? That being said, it is absolutely nothing to worry about.
A few minutes later I left the store with this:
Of course, those are fake diamonds. (I wrote that because if I don't someone will email me and ask how many carats I'm wearing on my ears.) Isn't it a pretty addition? I only added the cartilage piercing to my right ear.
Jeez … that's a big ass picture of my ear, isn't it? Do you know how hard it was for me to take a picture of my own ear? I'm not kidding, I tried ten shots before I got this one. Also, my ear isn't shiny in real life. It must have been the lighting in this craptastic hotel or something. It looks like someone has been polishing my ear or something. <insert nasty joke about ear jobs here>
In any case, it's amazing how something so little can be so liberating. I got a little bling added to my ear, and it brought me joy. Sometimes it's the little things in life that are so uplifting!
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