Yesterday, as I sat on the rooftop of an apartment building overlooking the skyline of San Francisco, the sun on my back, hot tea on my hand I thought about the semi-warm summers I spent up in Alaska. I thought about the days of swimming in the salmon ladder or jumping off the platform into the cold Alaskan lake. The water temperature was on average about 62-65 degrees and that’s considered warm over there. Thinking back now, I have no idea how I ever managed to not come down with hypothermia or something. Oh that’s right, it must have been the cheap bottles of peach flavored schnapps that kept me warm :)
I reminisced about walking down the path leading us to the lake. Carefully setting my belongings down and changing out of my work clothes behind the big oak tree. I tip toe my way to the edge where the water meets the surface; bracing myself for the pretend warmth of the water. I get ready to go in, anticipating the chill in my bones that is about to turn into bumps all over my body. I go in one toe at a time. Minutes passes of me shrieking like a six year old and I am at waist level with my arms up like I’m about to go down a roller coaster ride, frantically shaking it about. My mouth is wide open with excitement, in unison with my body language, it looks as though I want to type something up in the air or maybe doing the Y to the YMCA. In this case, the anticipation is too much. Just go in already!
My dating experience is lot like my swimming story. I meet someone and I sort of test the water at first, one toe at a time. Trying to figure out if I want to get to toe, waist or completely immersed. Each level is equally important which leads to the next step. Each moment is exciting but of course being the semi Type-A person that I am, the risks are calculated and thought heavily upon. I get one shot in this life and I want to make sure that I make the most of it in the best way I know how.
So, being true to my word of trying things once barring drugs or stupid stunts I rode on a motorbike this weekend. WHAT!!! How does little miss calculated risks, type-a personality, my bedspread has to match my curtain be ever talked into riding a pocket-rocket? Well for starters the bike is orange…hee hee :) The owner is ridiculously too cute for his own good, and well, I’ve run out of excuses… So there I was fully garbed in a biker’s jacket, helmet and gloves, my vanity is crying as I hopped on the bike and left my heart in San Francisco on a curb side somewhere in the Mission.
I have to admit though that it was really nice to get from point a to point b in less than 15 minutes when it normally would have taken me close to half an hour in my car. I hung on for my dear life and enjoyed the experience. I have driven across the Golden Gate Bridge numerous times during my short stint of living in Marin but doing it now on a bike, completely exposed to the elements was a whole new level of experience. I was freezing but breaking out in sweat. I was terrified but giddy at the same time. I was a walking, talking contradiction. I saw the James Bond movie as well. Can somebody please explain to me the premise of the movie? Oh wait that’s right, there’s none! Regardless, it was nice to see Daniel Craig for 2 hours as the beautiful being that he is. Little factoid about the movie. It took 14 Aston Martin's to complete the opening car chase scene. The cheapest Aston Martin Vantage V8 is $117,000. Do the math...$1,638,000 to be exact. Wow, they're really banking on this movie to do really well.
Deflating from the excitement of Saturday night, I stayed home yesterday and watched my team, Colts beat the Chargers on SNF. Close game but Manning of course came through like a good man that he is. Just how I like it! Oh yeah, the undefeated Titans were beaten by the Jets! Can you believe it?!?! Brett Favre is tried and tested. He's a real man with a big heart for the game. Sigh!
jakey
Tobias: Perfect in every way even with his extra toe!
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