Being Taken For a (Tuk Tuk) Ride

On Tuesday I ventured out in search of two things – the Amulet Market and Wat Arun.  I have a complex about hailing cabs in countries where I believe they will try to rip me off, but there wasn’t going to be any other way for me to get to where I had to go, so…  I went out on Suan Phlu and hailed a cab to Saphan Taksin.  The driver didn’t speak much English, but asked “BTS?” to confirm.  When I mentioned something about the boats on the Chao Phraya, he nodded “Yes.”  He turned his meter on immediately, so there was no problem.  When I exited the car, he directed me to go straight to catch a boat.  Unfortunately, the first boats I came upon were intended for tourists because they had a huge sign stating something about “tours” and showing all of the stops.  Plus, the price was higher than I’d heard for the local boats.  I didn’t feel like wandering around any longer, so hopped on to one of the touristy long tails and headed down the river.  Most of us were getting off at the Grand Palace stop; Wat Arun is directly across the river from the Grand Palace stop, so requires another boat. I did, indeed, get off at the Grand Palace stop, with intentions of crossing the river to get to Wat Arun. First off, there’s no ladylike way to exit those boats. They simply pull up to the dock, you grab a rope attached to the inner tubes attached to the sides of the dock and haul yourself over, although one of the guys working there might be kind enough to lend you a hand. Once I was on the dock, I started wandering through the market area, however, and told myself that I’d put off Wat Arun for a little while. As it turned out, I wandered through the market and then a bit further. Soon enough, I found myself right at Wat Pho, the site of the Reclining Buddha. Since I’d enjoyed seeing that Buddha so much in October, I didn’t mind seeing it again at a more leisurely pace. In addition to paying my respects to the Reclining Buddha, I walked around the grounds snapping lots of photos. A young Japanese tourist was causing quite a stir amongst the Thai school girls present.  The tourist was walking around the temple grounds in a short skirt, midriff baring top and platform heels.  She “covered” herself with a long black see-through jacket of some type.  All of the Thai school girls were staring in disbelief, as they whispered and laughed amongst themselves.  I recalled that the Amulet Market was in the vicinity. When I asked a man for directions, he informed me that it wouldn’t open until 2:00 p.m. or thereabouts. In the meantime, he convinced me to take a tuk tuk ride with one of his friends to take me to some other temples, as well as their commissioned stops – jewelry stores, tailors and certain restaurants. I didn’t mind. The first stop was the Lucky Buddha. While seated inside, there was only one other person there. The Thai man began conversing with me about where I was from, how long I’d be in Thailand and what I planned to see. When I mentioned one of the jewelry stores, he began showing me some of his very impressive rings, which he’d purchased over the years at that very same jewelry store. I was mostly admiring his very thick gold necklace, however. He told me that he’d bought it more than ten years ago for 48,000 Thai baht; it was now worth more than double that amount. Because of his superstitions, he’d adorned it with about six gold Buddha pendants. I joked with him that, in the event of a boat capsizing, he’d sink straight to the bottom of the ocean with all of that gold weight! According to him, the Thai way is to begin buying gold at a young age.  When the price goes up, you sell it.  Whenever you need money to buy a house or start a business, you sell it.  I admitted to never being able to part with any of my gold!  The next stop was another temple. I couldn’t quite understand what the tuk tuk driver was saying, but I thought he was saying something about the “marble” Buddha. This temple had several Buddhas – Chinese, East Indian, etc. – lining the courtyard. One was even a very anorexic-looking “fasting” Buddha. After that temple, we were off to the first jewelry store. I’ll cut to the chase and admit to buying a rather overpriced 18K gold ring with a small cornflower blue sapphire and four small diamonds. The salesman was very, very kind and persuasive! At another jewelry store I purchased a pair of silver earrings set with semi-precious stones. At the final jewelry store, I bought a 23K gold ring, which was the best deal of all. If only he’d taken me to that jewelry store first! I ran through the tailor shop, but didn’t want anything made and had no interest in their souvenirs or pre-made clothing. The restaurant that he took me to was old with eclectic décor. I was the sole customer. The chicken larb, however, was excellent and quite spicy. My tuk tuk tour did certainly end at the Amulet Market. Though there were many fascinating amulets, I didn’t feel informed enough to make a purchase. Besides, the heat and humidity were affecting my decision-making skills! I finally took a cab back to the condo to shower and rest a bit. As you can see, I never made it to Wat Arun!

My friend, D., and I were having dinner at Le Isaan that night. We met at the restaurant, which is across from the condo I was staying in. We had chicken satay and bruschetta, shrimp in yellow curry and chicken with basil stir fry. I won’t even mention my two glasses of wine and the complimentary shot provided by our waiter!

Afterwards, I had to go back to the condo and pack. My shuttle was coming around 3:00 a.m. to take me to DMK for my 6:00 a.m. flight to Denpasar. I tried to use Uber in Bangkok, but there were no cars in the area. I also tried to use GrabTaxi, but it would only work on my phone. Since my phone isn’t reliable abroad, I didn’t want to risk it. My last option was Bangkok Shuttle, which cost more than the others, but was easy to make a reservation on-line. A private car picked me up promptly at 3:00 a.m. and got me to DMK in plenty of time for my flight.

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Hangin’ in the Hood

On Monday, I was still in relaxation mode.  I didn’t feel like wandering far from my Sathorn neighborhood.  Being an avid fan of TripAdvisor, many people had recommended Le Spa, a few doors down from the condo.  They seemed to have opened at 10:00 a.m. and I walked in around 10:30 a.m.  A couple of young Thai guys were sitting around.  There didn’t appear to be any young girls, so I assumed this wasn’t one of those places that offered “happy endings,” but that could just as well be applied to male masseuses, too.  Anyway, Le Spa offered Thai massage, oil massage, aromatherapy massage, foot massage, head and shoulder massage and that was about it, in increments of 1 or 2 hours (if I remember correctly).  A one hour Thai massage was only 180 baht, while a one hour oil massage was 300 baht.  Not wanting to be tortured this early in the morning, I settled on the one hour oil massage.  One of the young guys led me upstairs and into a very dimly lit room.  Le Spa is a very basic spa; nothing fancy at all – no beds with billowy curtains, no scented candles burning, no soothing music playing.  If you’re looking for that, you’ll have to wander further afield.  The ambience was comfortable to me, though.  Once I was in the massage room, the guy told me to get undressed.  On second thought, he told me to wait a moment.  I did and he brought a towel and disappeared.  He didn’t specify whether I should remove my undies (as sometimes masseuses massage me in the buff and others bring disposable undies for me to wear), I left them on, lay on my stomach, covered myself with the towel and waited.  The same guy returned to begin my massage.  He applied just the right amount of pressure for me.  Many masseuses are a little light, pressure-wise, with me, as they’re afraid they’ll hurt me.  I like a little more than medium pressure, though.  He oiled me up and proceeded with lots of long strokes and plenty of pressure points. It felt great!  When he instructed me to turn over, he did more legs and arms.  Once that was done, he motioned towards my upper torso.  Hmmm?  Was he referring to my chest or possibly my stomach?  Either way, I wasn’t freaked out, so lowered my towel.  He said “Sorry,” I’m assuming in case he made me uncomfortable, then began massaging both my stomach and my breasts.  He didn’t make me feel threatened, violated or molested in any way, so the massage proceeded without incident.  Beings I’d signed up for the oil massage, I was a bit unprepared for the last few minutes.  He indicated that he wanted me to clasp my hands together and put them behind my neck.  Once I did, he wrapped his arms around my upper torso, wrapped one leg around mine, twisted me to the right and then to the left.  You could hear my back cracking for days!  He wasn’t finished, though.  With my arms in the same position, he once again wrapped his arms around my upper torso, placed his knees in the small of my back and pulled me backwards three times – once for the lower back, once for the middle and once for the upper back.  Then he was done and left the room.  Surprisingly (to me), my back felt fantastic!  I dressed, went downstairs to pay and tipped him a generous 100 baht.  I was already planning a return visit.

Next I wandered into Ann Hair on Suan Phlu and asked if they could color my hair.  They started on me immediately, but I should have checked other places, too, because they charged me 1800 baht, akin to what I pay in San Francisco, only slightly less.  None of the hair salons that I’d seen on Suan Phlu could be considered fancy, but this one seemed to be a step or two up.  I wouldn’t have minded going to any of the others, but I couldn’t read what any of their services were as they were written only in Thai and the people didn’t seem to speak English.  This salon did a fine job, but I’ll look for somewhere cheaper the next time.

There are many dental clinics throughout Thailand, with the practitioners said to have been mostly trained in the U.S. and Europe.  My dentist in San Francisco has been bugging me to have my teeth cleaned for a couple of years now.  She always insists that deep scaling is necessary.  It’s an unpleasant experience with having to get about 4 Novocaine shots (I have a high tolerance for it), plus the actual cleaning/scaling itself.  That’s why I put it off as much as possible.  I’d been giving thought to having my teeth cleaned in Thailand, though.  Lo and behold, there was a huge sign advertising Aesthetics Dental Clinic a 1/2 block down and across the street from my condo.  I went in to an exceptionally clean and modern facility to inquire about setting up an appointment.  They were booked solid for the next few days, though.  When I’d return to Bangkok in 10 days, they would be closed for vacation.  They took my E-mail, however, and promised to contact me should something become available.  “Just my luck,” I thought.

Later in the evening, I made up my mind to see Muay Thai at Ratchadamnoen stadium.  As I was running out the door to catch a cab, I noticed an E-mail from the dental clinic.  They said they had time to do my cleaning right then.  I dashed over.  They had me fill out some forms, but I was sitting in the dentist’s chair within 15 minutes.  The Thai dentist was a beautiful woman.  I confessed that it had been a few years since my last cleaning, as well as adding that I’m afraid of dentists and needles.  She told me not to worry.  As they were lowering the chair, I asked if she was going to inject me.  She insisted that it wasn’t necessary; said that the instrument she used was very small, that the process would be quick and that it would be relatively painless.  I was skeptical, but had no choice at that point.  They covered my face with a cloth that only had a hole for the mouth.  A bit S& M, don’t you think?  True to her word, it was quick and painless.  In fact, it was the most stress-free dental appointment that I’ve ever had.  She said that I brush my teeth too hard; suggested that I quit using the electric toothbrush and get a regular one with soft bristles.  She also recommended that I have my left wisdom tooth taken out.  If/when I return next year, SHE will be the only dentist allowed to extract it!  What was the cost for my little dental cleaning, without insurance?  A whopping US$29!!!  With those prices, I’m never going to a dentist in the U.S. again!

With the cleaning out of the way, I continued on my quest to find Muay Thai.  The cab driver said that there was no Muay Thai on Mondays, but dropped me off at Legends, a gym that has kick boxing classes.  I was in there for about an hour watching students practice and spar with their instructors.  A lot of women were taking Muay Thai and a few of them were seriously kicking some a**!

Dinner that night was at Som Tom G, a place on the street that specializes in som tom.  I picked up some som tom (crab) with chicken larb and steamed rice for 90 baht.  I also had some water and a soda from Family Mart.  The som tom was merely average, in my opinion, but the chicken larb was good.  Obviously, TripAdvisor doesn’t get it right 100% of the time.

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Sunday Retail Therapy

Since my check-in at Anantara, a staff member, Cho, engaged me in conversation at every opportunity.  He seemed to be a very earnest young man with a thirst for knowledge and any chance to help improve his English.  He was very helpful with any of my needs, however.  Not only did he bring my luggage to my room, he also dropped off a wine opener/bottle opener and held my luggage after check-out.  In fact, he was the one who drove their shuttle to the Chong Nonsi BTS station.  He instructed me to change at the Siam station in order to go to the Chatuchak/JJ weekend market.  The BTS ticket cost me 42 Thai baht and the time it took to get to Chatuchak was around half an hour.  The BTS system is quite clean and efficient.

My ex had taken me to Chatuchak last year, but he’s not an avid shopper, in any sense of the word.  He kindly put up with me for a few hours, then we’d gone to Ayuthaya.  This time I arrived by about 9:45 a.m. on Sunday morning and could take as long as I wanted.  Then again, not exactly, as I had to meet the condo owner at 4:00 p.m.  Chatuchak is HUGE.  The only things I was interested in buying were clothing and jewelry made by ethnic tribes such as the Hmong.  It took me about an hour and a half of wandering in circles aimlessly until I found the area where most of those things were sold (roughly Sections 22-25).  Then I was in Hmong heaven!  Since it’s at the start of my trip and I still have presents to carry to my Italian friend in Bali, I didn’t want to get too crazy with shopping.  I ended up with modern heels with Hmong inspiration, a Hmong dress and a Hmong top, though.  There were even baby Hmong shoes; I grabbed a few pairs of those for future baby gifts.  I didn’t attempt to do much in the way of serious bargaining.  I’d just grab something to look at, decide to take it and they’d give me a discount, without my even asking!

There are tons of food and drink opportunities at Chatuchak.  Though I didn’t eat anything (after having had the breakfast buffet at Anantara), I merely drank a Pepsi (20 Thai baht) and a black iced coffee (25  Thai baht).  They have the most fascinating foods, though.

When the heat and humidity finally got to me, I took a foot/shoulder massage break in an air-conditioned room.  The cost was only 200 Thai baht for 45 minutes (about US$6 or less).

I lugged my purchases on to BTS, then back to Anantara.  Cho and another kind staff member got my luggage ready and called a cab, then I was on my way to the condo.  The cab driver cracked me up; he was funny and happy, though he barely spoke a word of English and kept rambling in Thai.

The condo is the same one that I stayed at on my last trip to Thailand, but the apartment (for the first part of this trip) is a different, smaller one, as the other wasn’t available for these days.  The owner met me quickly to give me the keys and show me around.  I then made myself comfortable (i.e. threw my things everywhere) and went out to find something for din-din.  I ended up at Breizh crepes, kitty corner from the condo.  The young man working there seemed to be Tunisian or something similar, though I couldn’t be sure.  He wasn’t Thai and had an accent, but I couldn’t quite tell if it was a French one; he was too soft-spoken.  I ordered one of their most popular galettes, the Tuk Tuk – the main ingredient being merguez.  It was fine; nothing to write home about, but nothing to complain about, either.

My evening ended with a few drinks at Smalls, a French-influenced bar.  The ground floor is a bar, the second floor houses the restaurant and the third floor has a “rooftop” bar.  I had a drink on the ground floor, then moved to the third floor.  Both bars have those absinthe servers, as they offer 15 different types of absinthe.  The entire place was quite on a Sunday, but it was nice relaxing there; no pressure.

Thai "street" food

Thai “street” food

Upstairs Bar at Smalls

Upstairs Bar at Smalls

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Thai Time

I made it – back in the City of Angels (a.k.a. the original City of Sin – isn’t that a contradiction?!).  My flight arrived on time at BKK on Saturday morning.  My ex had been planning for several months to pick me up, but he’s been very sick with the flu and hadn’t gotten any better during the days leading up to my arrival.  Ever the gentleman, he sent his sister to pick me up, though.  I was originally going to stay with him for the first night, as neither of my AirBnB rentals in Bangkok were available.  Since he may still be contagious and has a rash (which I’m sure he doesn’t want me to see), he said that it’s better if I stayed elsewhere, but…  I’d be more than welcome to stay at his condo, as opposed to his house (where he is).  His new condo, however, is far from the main part of Bangkok, there’s no BTS/MRT station nearby and he doesn’t have internet there.  Thus, I was frantically searching on-line for a hotel in the Sathorn area at 5:00 a.m. on the day before my departure!  I chose Anantara Sathorn because they have very good reviews, the exact area was somewhat familiar to me and the rate was too good to pass up.  I was even happier when, upon arrival, they upgraded me to a suite on the 34th floor with a spectacular view from my balcony.  My first order of business was to jump in the shower and wash all of that grime that comes with 20 or so hours of traveling off of my body.  My room phone could be heard ringing while I was in the shower, but I paid it no mind.  I checked the message afterwards and it was D., a friend who formerly lived in San Francisco, but currently lives in Bangkok.  He stopped by about 45 minutes later and we headed out to lunch.

D. is a member of The British Club.  I asked how he could be a member if he isn’t British, but he said that a certain allotment of others are allowed in per year.  Apparently, he’s been a member for 4-5 years now.  The building was full of dark wood furnishings and the ambience was definitely quiet; not many people there at that time of day.  We shared a half carafe of merlot, then opted to partake of their lunch buffet, which ends at 3:00 p.m. daily.  I had turkey, shrimp cocktail, cheese, macaroni and cheese, sautéed mushrooms, a burger, etc.  The turkey was really good.  Since D., who’s an English teacher here, had some work to attend to, he dropped me back at my hotel via cab; we agreed to meet again at 7:00 p.m. for drinks.  In the meantime, I took a nap.

At 6:00 p.m. I went to the rooftop bar known as Zoom, as I had a reservation.  I’d intended to watch the sunset from there, which was purported to happen precisely at 6:37 p.m.  It was breezy, though, and the sunset could not be seen.  Even so, it was a pleasant place to be with the glorious all-around view of Bangkok’s skyline.  All things considered, prices were reasonable for food and drinks, too.  They had 2-for-1 specialty cocktails for Happy Hour.  I had the watermelon-chili margarita, which was good, at first.  Then the chili began to be a bit much for me.  I also ordered porcini mushroom soup with scallops.  Yum!  By the time D. arrived, I was happy to be drinking a Singha.  He admired the view and commented on the affordable prices, too.  We still didn’t have lots of time to spend, as his significant other was arriving around 8:30 p.m. that night.  We parted ways, but made plans for dinner on Tuesday night.

So it’s Saturday night in Bangkok and I was thinking about checking out the Thonglor-Ekkamai area.  I say “thinking” because my jet-lagged body was refusing to cooperate.  I had bought a few Heinekens at Family Mart earlier, so popped those open and lay down.

Jet lag is a strange bird, though.  Before long, I suddenly got a fresh burst of energy, put on my gym clothes and went to the gym.  Although their gym is accessible 24 hours, there’s no staff on-site after 10:00 p.m.  Fine with me; I don’t NEED anyone to watch my attempts at working out!  The reception informed me that part of their staff would be there to turn on the electricity, though.  I did the elliptical for awhile, then tried nearly every weight machine in there.  Once that exhausted me and the humidity was still getting to me, I hobbled back to my room and jumped in that wonderfully deep bathtub.  What better way to end the day?

View from Zoom

View from Zoom

D. & Me at Zoom

D. & Me at Zoom

Where's my champagne, dammit?!

Where’s my champagne, dammit?!

 

 

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I Ain’t Ready

It’s Monday night and guess who’s blogging when, uh, they’re heading out to the airport once again on Thursday night?  It’s time for my big annual trip – this one being back to SE Asia again.  I’m really horrible about packing and just as horrible about unpacking.  I procrastinate, throw things all over my room in search of certain items and always, always overpack!  Believe it or not, I started packing last Thursday.  That means my suitcase got dragged out of my bedroom, into the entryway and a pair of socks and some shorts went into it.  To fill the remainder of the suitcase, laundry had to be done first!  My weekend was spent doing 3 loads of laundry and hand washing about 15 things.  Now my shorts, tops, dresses, underoos, bathing suits and gifts are packed.  I still need a couple of T-shirts and a pair of sweat pants for (possibly) working out, as well as a pair of jeans for whatever-may-come.  Oh yeah, and lest I forget, I have some brand new kids’ clothes from The Gap to donate to an orphanage in Bali.  My toiletries and tripod now go in the big suitcase, which adds considerably to the weight.  I’m going to take a small duffle bag to put the gifts and donations in, just in case they might put the big suitcase over its limit.  There’s also my rolling laptop bag.  As has probably been mentioned before, if my DSLR fit into my laptop bag as well, everything would be perfect.  It’s not that easy, though.  My DSLR does NOT quite fit into the rolling laptop bag, requiring me to bring a large “purse.”  That adds up to 4 bags – 2 to check and 2 to carry on.  That’s MY version of light packing!!!  One thing is certain, though…  I’m prepared for EVERY situation on my travels!

There’s a huge wad of foreign currency on my nightstand – Indonesian rupiah, Vietnamese dong, Thai baht, Euros, Canadian dollars, French francs, Malaysian ringgit and Dutch guilders.  Somewhere, buried in my armoire, Italian lira can still be found.  I need to grab the Thai baht and the Indonesian rupiah and place it in my wallet before it slips my mind.

What’s keeping me from finishing up tonight is the misplacement of my “telephoto” lens, my aversion to packing jewelry (too many decisions) and not being able to pack all the toiletries as they still need to be used.  Therefore, I could be productive and take my Heinie-enhanced hinie to the gym.  Yeah, well, that happened 4 out of the last 5 nights, in ADDITION to doing some exercises at home.  You know what? I’m damn tired now.  The chance of a romantic encounter on this trip is minimal at best.  If something WERE to happen, it would most likely be with someone I’m already familiar with (i.e. they’ve already seen me in the buff and vice versa, so no surprises there).  I look fine for “maybe” getting lucky.  Now, if it were assured with someone new or that I’m really, really trying to impress, then I’d drag my okole to the gym right now, but…  that ain’t gonna’ happen.

Mentally, I’m ready for this trip.  As far as Girl Scout preparedness, nope, I ain’t ready yet!  Tomorrow’s another day.

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I Want to Go Home

This past weekend was spent in L.A., not for any particular reason, but because I’m “homesick.”  The trip didn’t start off all that well.  My 8:00 a.m. flight on Virgin America was delayed until 9:15 a.m., though we weren’t actually airborne until about 9:45 a.m.  A friend of mine had wanted to pick me up at LAX at 9:30 a.m., drop me at my AirBnB rental in West Hollywood, then go ref some basketball games at 1:00 p.m.  Once I knew that the plane wouldn’t be landing by 10:30 a.m., I texted him to go ahead & go ref his games; no need to worry about me.  He felt bad, but it wasn’t HIS fault.  It was the fault of the airline and/or the usual San Francisco weather.  We landed about 10:50 a.m., I confiscated my bag from the baggage claim, caught a shuttle and ended up at my rental at 1:00 p.m.

This was the same rental that I’d been at in December.  In other words, it was part of the same house.  In December, I’d rented a room with a private entrance attached to the main house.  On this occasion, I rented the pool house.  The owner, R., remembers me and is very friendly with me.  He was still making the bed in the pool house when I arrived and we chatted for maybe an hour.  Then I rushed downtown to the Jewelry Mart to pick up a few gifts for my ex’s nieces since we’ll be seeing each other in less than 2 weeks in Bangkok.

Of course, Saturday was also the day of the big Mayweather-Pacquiao fight.  I’m a huge boxing fan, so had reserved a seat in the Sports Deck at Tom’s Urban at L.A. Live, next to the Staples Center.  They said that patrons must be in their reserved seats by 7:00 p.m. or their reserved seats would be resold.  At 5:00 p.m. I was partaking in Happy Hour at Hotel Figueroa.  That funky, Moroccan-themed restaurant is now quite popular with the hipsters.  When I lived in L.A., it was a few blocks from my office.  I’d go there on occasion to eat at an East Indian restaurant that was attached to it, which is no more.  I was at the back bar watching hipsters in the pool and the hot tub while the DJ played chill house music.  By 6:15 p.m., I was at L.A. Live.  Since the Clippers game was about to start, hundreds of people were there.  In fact, ESPN was doing a pre-game broadcast from directly in front of Tom’s Urban.  I finally wandered in around 6:45 p.m. and was seated promptly.  I was in the bar area, but in a somewhat raised area.  It didn’t matter that much; there were TVs everywhere.  If some giant stood in front of me, I could easily swivel around in my seat to catch the fight on a different screen.  I had a good time, despite the outcome.  The crowd was definitely Team Pac Man.  Mayweather got boos, Justin Bieber got boos and even Jamie Foxx got boos!  The guy to my left was an older endocrinologist (I believe that’s what he said) who kept talking my ear off.  He also kept tapping the guy in front of me to tell him that he was blocking my view, which he really wasn’t, so I said as much.  To content myself, I tucked into a truffle burger and about 3 Molsons.  When the fight was over, I hustled on over to the subway to take me back to Hollywood/West Hollywood.

Back at the pool house, I suddenly got an urge to walk to Rock & Roll Ralphs and pick up a six-pack of Heinekens.  En route to the store, a couple of guys invited me to drink with them, as they carried a six-pack up to their apartment, but I declined their offer.  Of course, once I got those bad boys back to the pool house, I was way too tired to even partake in one of them.

An ex had been texting me earlier in the day, as we planned to get together at some point during my stay.  He’d said that Sunday evening worked better for him.  Naturally, once I took out my contacts, put on my sarong and got comfortable in bed, he sent a text saying that he was still up and asking if I felt like a nightcap.  Since he needed to be at work at 8:00 a.m., I told him that Sunday was still better; otherwise, we wouldn’t have much time.  We went back and forth a bit, until he abruptly ended our texting conversation by saying that I should get the parking permit ready as he was on his way.  He hasn’t changed a bit!  No matter what I say, when he wants to see me, he comes over against all of my protests.  When he arrived, he sent a text to say that he was out front and asked if I could go get him, along with the parking permit.  So I trudged out in my glasses, sarong and slippers to give him the parking permit.  He came in, admired the pool house, drank a Heineken and engaged me in some conversation regarding memories of back when I lived in L.A.  He asked if I remembered when his friend G’s car broke down.  Do I remember?!  Why, most certainly!  The AAA tow truck had been called.  Once the driver arrived, he informed the guys that he wasn’t supposed to take them anywhere, only to tow the car.  Since I was wearing a short, tight dress, they used me as “bait” by presenting me to the driver and stressing how cold I was!  “Can she at least sit in the front with you and warm up?” they asked.  The driver took pity on me, then, of course, took pity on the guys, too.  All 3 of us ended up in the cab with the tow truck driver and he DID drive us back to my ex’s house.  We shared some other similar memories and laughed.  Those were the days, particularly happy days for me.  Anyway, as I’d known, he wasn’t able to stay long.  It’s funny how I protested when he wanted to come over, then begged him to stay longer.  He promised to see me the following night, saying that there was a possibility that he’d be getting off work early, like maybe noon.

My Sunday morning involved sleeping in a little bit, then getting ready to have brunch with A., a college friend.  She was there at noon, then we drove down Sunset Boulevard in search of Rock & Reilly’s.  They were purported to have a $24.99 Bottomless Brunch.  Once we located them and found parking, we asked about the brunch.  The brunch menu included pancakes, peppered bacon, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, oatmeal, eggs benedict and tater tots.  It also included Bloody Marys, mimosas and Bud Light.  We could order as many of the items as we wanted, finish them and order more, all for the bargain price of $24.99.  We basically ordered everything to eat, except the oatmeal.  We both had Bloody Marys as well.  The food was a little better than average; no complaints, though.  Service was good.  It was a glorious day to be sitting out on their patio people watching.  When we were done, we walked across the street to Aaahs to browse.  There used to be an Aaahs in Westwood and maybe one in Century City as well.  I’m surprised that the Sunset one is still there.  However, they no longer carry greeting cards.  While I immersed myself in Hello Kitty paraphernalia, A. was checking out selfie sticks and having the clerk explain how to use each one.  He sold her on one, too!  Our next stop was the flea market at Fairfax High.  It’s been a million years since I’d been there.  They now charge $3 entrance, but the quality of their offerings has improved a bit.  I ended up buying a snapback in a blue Hawaiian print that says “L.A.”  Yup, another one for my hat-tastic collection.  We then went back to the pool house, relaxed and got caught up a bit.  I knew that A. will be joining me at the Playboy Jazz Festival on the first day, but didn’t realize she’d bought a ticket for the second day, too.  It will be double the fun now!

Once A. left, I admit to taking a little nap.  Around 6:00 p.m., I texted the ex to see what his ETA might be.  He does lighting for T.V. shows, so he always has long and unpredictable hours.  He was hoping for 10:00 p.m.  Once I heard that, I went back to Ralphs to pick up some more Heinekens, as well as a few munchies for me.  I drank a few Heinies, ate some chicken salad and part of a chicken breast.  Soon 10:00 p.m. came and went, as did 11:00 p.m.  We’d been continually texting.  You could tell that his texts were changing from hopeful to angry about his situation.  After midnight, he texted that he wouldn’t be getting off until at least 1:00 a.m. and had to be back at 9:00 a.m.  He was definitely not happy.  His exact words were that he’d have worked a 17 hour day and was tired, dirty and pissed off.  He apologized that he wouldn’t be able to make it.  I voiced my extreme disappointment via text and he apologized again.  At first, it didn’t bother me, then it actually made me quite sad.  I drowned my sorrows with another Heineken and went to bed.

In the morning, I went back to the Jewelry Mart to have some rings sized and to have pendants made of a couple of jasper hearts.  While the guy who repairs my jewelry was working on those, I went to Soi 7 for lunch.  I had the basil chicken lunch combo again, but it wasn’t as good as the other two times.  I wonder if they changed their chef.  I also stopped in at Bottega Louie.  That place is always very busy, but I had no idea why.  I walked in and discovered a case of the most beautiful macarons, as well as many other French-influenced pastries.  In addition, there’s a huge dining area with high ceilings.  I chose 5 macarons (Earl Grey, coconut, salted caramel, raspberry cheesecake and rose) at the exorbitant price of $2.50 apiece!  Although I didn’t eat a single one until I got back to San Francisco, the flavors were the most intense of any macaron I’ve ever tasted.  The Earl Grey was my favorite by far!  I’ll be dreaming about that one until my next visit, at which point I’ll get at least 3 of them!

By then, lunch is over and my jewelry is fixed, so I’m back in West Hollywood arranging my things before G. picks me up.  He’s there around 2:40 p.m.  He was the boyfriend of one of my college roommates.  Although he’s now a P.E. teacher in L.A., he looks smaller than back in the day when he used to play football.  We haven’t seen each other since 1981.  We had planned to have lunch (I know, I know, I already had lunch) so that we could get reacquainted.  We went to Skynny Café in West Hollywood, where I had a salad and a strawberry smoothie, and he had a veggie burger (?).  That strawberry smoothie was the bomb!  We compared notes on which people from college we were in touch with and who we were still trying to find.  It was good talking to him; there were no uncomfortable silences at all.  He dropped me at LAX at 5:00 p.m.  My flight was delayed by an hour, of course, but that’s another story.

Now that I’m back from L.A., I’m incredibly homesick AGAIN!  Honestly, it’s common for me to go into a week or two of depression after leaving L.A. and coming back to San Francisco.  It’s so much worse this time, for some reason.  I’m all teary again.  I want out of here, but am too scared to make a move.  I could find a job in L.A., although I need to take an Excel class first.  I only know Excel basics, since my position doesn’t really use it.  I would definitely be happy living in L.A. again, even if many of my friends from back then moved away.  Rent, however, is another thing.  Rents are comparable, though probably slightly lower, to San Francisco.  I left a very affordable apartment in L.A. to move to San Francisco.  I now live in a very affordable apartment here, thanks to my being the last original tenant on the lease.  If I move away from here, I’ll never find a convenient, affordable living situation like this in San Francisco again.  Yet…  do I really care?  Once again, it’s my happiness that suffers so much here.  I just want to (and NEED to be) happy again.

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The Big Apple

I have an annual work conference to attend in the ever-exciting metropolis of Newark, New Jersey.  My attendance is optional, but I choose to go every year in order to meet people from the other offices, to get additional air miles (!) and to take a jaunt into New York City.  My flight out was last Sunday, a red eye.  I’d taken Monday off just to spend time in New York City.  On Tuesday a Company dinner was planned and Wednesday was the day of the conference.  Wouldn’t you know it?  There was a 100% chance of heavy rain and wind in BOTH Newark and New York City.  That required me to pack all of those extra heavy things that I wasn’t originally planning to take – sweaters, boots, a wool coat and an umbrella!  I already over pack for every trip, anyway, so that certainly didn’t help.

My flight arrived in Newark at 8:06 a.m. last Monday.  According to a text sent by United Airlines, my checked bag had arrived on an earlier flight.  I had to hunt someone down in the Baggage Claim who directed me to the counter for Lost Luggage.  That counter directed me to another counter.  There was no one at the counter they’d directed me to, though I could see my bag sitting there as clear as day.  I called out “Hello?  Hello?,” but no one answered.  After about 5 minutes, a man came over in search of his luggage, too.  When I informed him that no one seemed to be around, he then went in search of help.  Once the two of us got our luggage, I went outside in the rain to stand in the long taxi line.  I had a waterproof hat on & my wool coat, so it was bearable, though chilly.  When I got to the front of the line, I got out my American Express card in order to pay.  The crazed East Indian woman manning the taxi stand yelled “Cash only!  No credit cards!”  “Then why is there a machine with credit card symbols all over it that says ‘Pay Here'” I asked.  “I tell you over and over again, it’s broken!” she screamed at me.  “There’s no way you could have told me over and over, as I just got to the front of the line, lady,” was my response.  “You have cash?!” she queried.  “Let me see,” I said, as I took my time digging through my purse.  I did, so she pointed me towards my taxi and I was on my merry way to the Gateway Hilton.

At the Hilton, my room was ready, so I took a quick shower, semi-arranged my toiletries and clothes and tried to log on to the internet.  Nothing worked, though I entered my Hilton Honors number and my room number over and over again.  I finally was frustrated enough to call the front desk.  They’d forgotten to give me the password for guests!  After I was able to log in and check a few things, I bundled up to head into New York City.

The PATH Train is my normal mode of transportation into NYC.  Penn Station in Newark is attached to the Gateway Hilton, thus I don’t have to go outside and cross the street to get to the station.  Once I got to the PATH train platform, there was construction going on.  I bought a ticket, but signs were directing me that all PATH trains would be leaving from Platform H.  I then proceeded to follow the trail of signs all over the station until I found Platform H.  The ride into NYC takes about 30 or 40 minutes, with a change at Journal Square if I’m going to take the 33rd Street train, which I did.  My first stop was to check out Eataly, Mario Batalli’s emporium of restaurants and food stuffs.  I was duly impressed and could have wandered for days.  The only restaurant I was interested in eating at was the one serving pasta, but they were completely full.  I contented myself by buying some salted caramel peanut butter and a few other things, then taking the train to another station.  I wandered around the Herald Square area and even stopped in at the Empire State Building, which I’d never seen before.  Of course, with the rain and fog, there was no view that day, so it wouldn’t have been worth it to pay the $32 to go up.  By then, I needed to eat.  I had lunch at a little bistro called Petit Poulet – chicken salad and a glass of pinot grigio.  My final stop was to be the Greenwich Village branch of Amelie, which purportedly opened at 4:00 p.m. for Happy Hour.  They didn’t appear to be open at 4:00 p.m. or even at 4:30 p.m., for that matter.  I had to bide my time by wandering around and around the neighborhood taking pictures, mostly of cherry blossoms.

Amelie was open at 5:00 p.m. and Yours Truly was the first customer.  I had my usual champagne flight, after which I informed the cute and competent bartender of my preferred wines (vouvray, viognier, sancerre, cabernet franc and pinot noir) and said that he could dream up a flight for me.  At the same time, I inquired as to whether they had crème brulee.  He assured me that theirs was very good because it also had caramelized bananas on it.  That was enough to convince me!  I finished it off in due time!  Shortly thereafter, a man at the bar began talking about New Orleans and how he was headed that way for Jazz Fest.  We struck up a conversation once I said that I’d recently returned from there.  He gave me his card with his E-mail address and phone number on it as he was leaving, saying that he hoped we’d keep in touch.  By then, I’d finished my second flight.  The bartender asked what I thought.  The first glass (sancerre) was good, the second one (viognier) was too tart and the third one (cabernet franc) was fine.  He poured a glass of sauvignon blanc to make up for the viognier.  It WAS a vast improvement.  As I was about to ask for the bill, he then poured me another glass of white wine (didn’t catch the name) that was a favorite of another bartender there.  I was slightly loopy by the end of that one, but HAD to pay my bill and head back to Newark.  He asked how long I’d be in town and was disappointed to hear that I was due at a Company dinner the following night and would be on a flight back to San Francisco the night after that.  When we embraced and kissed each other goodbye (on the cheek), he fanned himself and said, with a smile, that he was feeling warm.  He was so cute that I was VERY tempted to either stay out way past the Witching Hour or to skip the Company dinner the following evening.  As it was, I was back at the Gateway Hilton and in my PJs by 10:00 p.m.

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Just A Little Shout Out

One of my readers/followers from Brazil seems to log on quite frequently to read my posts.  This is just a little shout out to you.  Thank you so much!

That is all…

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Down Time

I’m being facetious; not really going to be much “down time” this month.  It seemed as though it were going to be a quieter, slow month, but apparently not.

Of the two attorneys that I support, the female one recently announced that she’s quitting to go work for a start-up that’s been hatched by one of the founders of PayPal.  Her last day is supposedly the 24th.  The entire finance group is planning farewell drinks with her on the 17th, as there’s too much going on individually the week of the 24th.  However, she and I were tentatively planning to have lunch together on the 23rd.  I’ll be sad to see her go.  Not only is she great to work for, but she’s one of those people with a sunny disposition that seems to rub off on everyone around her.

The Cherry Blossom Festival in Japantown takes place this weekend and next weekend.  I could go hang out, take pictures and stop in at Pa’ina Lounge in the afternoon since they’ll be opening early for the Festival.  A co-worker also told me that there’s going to be a food truck featuring Hello Kitty cakes and petit fours.  Those are definitely worthy of a picture, if not a few for snacking on!

The Mango Kingz, Micah G and Ekolu will be at Neck of the Woods the night of the 11th and I will be there with bells on.  Although the Mango Kingz play around town frequently, I’ve never seen Micah G (LOVE his voice) or Ekolu.  My intentions are not to stay until the bitter end, though.

Somehow or another I’ve gotten on some kind of list to receive free tickets to plays at the ACT Theater in Union Square.  They send me E-mails every so often announcing what play is coming up, then offer me ticket(s) for certain evenings.  I opted to take them up on one Tuesday night for a play called “Let There Be Love.”  The following night I’m going to be at some marketing event for event planners.  It’s under the dome at the Westside Pavilion and will have plenty of free food and drinks, plus prizes.

My hair cut and color is on the 18th.  They booked me with Beta students this time around, so it shouldn’t take close to 6 hours, as it did the last time!

I have a redeye flight to Newark, New Jersey on the 19th.  I’ll arrive at 8:06 a.m. on the 20th.  My plans are to go to the hotel to freshen up and drop my bags, then head into New York City to meet up with a former co-worker for lunch or Happy Hour or possibly dinner.  I’ll be back in New York City on the 21st to hang out for the afternoon, but am due back in Newark for a 6:30 p.m. dinner at a BBQ restaurant with the other administrative assistants.  (We’re all in town for a Law Dept. Administrative Assistant Conference, after all.)  An admin from the Chicago office will be sharing my room that evening.  More than likely, we’re going to stay up late after dinner solving world problems while sharing a bottle of wine.  The conference begins promptly at 8:30 a.m. on the 22nd.  When it ends at 4:00 p.m., there will be a reception with food and drink.  At 5:15 p.m. a shuttle is picking 5 of us up to deliver us to the airport, where we will fly off to our respective destinations – San Francisco, Chicago and Dallas.

On the 25th, 29th and 30th, I have tickets to 3 films as part of the San Francisco International Film Festival.  One is French, one is Italian and one is American.  I shall report back on that later, of course.

The one last thing is to see CRSB in concert at Pa’ina Lounge the evening of the 17th.  It’s been announced, but tickets aren’t on sale yet.

So much for my quiet April!

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Giving Back

What better time to talk briefly about giving back than Easter?

There’s a great organization called Kiva that helps people in developing countries start/fund their businesses, whether it’s buying a cow, store supplies, a tractor, etc.  Go to www.kiva.org and look at all of the opportunities you have to help someone.  The minimum amount is very affordable, too.   You could also go to www.lendingclub.com and loan as little as $25 to someone to help them pay down debt, pay something off or for whatever other reason they need money.  In both cases, your money will be repaid to you incrementally, then you’re free to loan again!

Two other organizations that I’ve donated to in the past are Good Gifts and Heifer International.  Sorry, but I don’t recall the websites at the moment; you can easily look them up on the internet.  Same premise as above, as far as helping people in disadvantaged countries, though you will NOT get your money back – it’s a donation.

While researching my upcoming trip to Southeast Asia, I came upon www.withlocals.com.  This website promotes authentic local/traditional experiences (tours, home-cooked meals, water blessings, etc.) with local people, although there are (admittedly) a few expats on there.  I would much rather give my money to a local person than to an expat that’s moved there.  For instance, one photography tour run by expats charged $120 for a half day tour.  The one by a local guide on www.withlocals.com cost less than $80 for an entire day, including transport, water, cold towel and snacks.  The local picks you up in the morning, takes you around to the things you’d like to see, deposits you back at your hotel for an hour and a half to two hours for lunch and to rest, then picks you back up for another four hours of whatever you want to see.  Being local, I’m sure that he can get me into some places/situations that an expat could not.  They would be more proficient in the language, too, obviously!

Lastly, if you have food left over from your fabulous Easter lunch/dinner today, think about giving it to a homeless person in your area.  Do you really need to eat all of that?  Also, if you have food that you need to cook before it expires, but don’t necessarily feel like eating it, please give that to a homeless person, too.  Just a thought.

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