Anti-Twenties: Good Idea, Bad Idea

Last night was a treat because Travis stayed home instead of seeing his comedy spouses.  I'm not jealous because (a) most are men and he swings the lady door, (b) it's what he's pursuing and (c) so far, they aren't a wedge in our relationship.  But if those cows ever do... shakes fist.  I truly love when he's home since we don't spend as much time together as we'd like.  We heart spending most of our time together and I'm lucky for that.  But in as much as we love the idea, we both don't always know how to behave.  Not like we're staring at the floor awkward, but when he's out I can watch stupid TV and read.  When he's out, he's doing his comedy things around town.  It's separate spaces that when combined, you have to ask and be considerate.  But we made our way through and decided to watch the documentary Twenty Feet from Stardom, Daily Show and Colbert.  Play with puppy and battle via Ticket to Ride: Fast Track or some such (an app on our phones.)
 
I've mentioned before how when Trav and I moved in together, we combined CDs, food, bank accounts and two tempurpedic mattresses.  This extra mattress is great for the few guests we have, but too big to combine into some super mega awesome bed.  I lugged it out when we had friends stay a month ago.  I haven't put it back yet because Leroy loves to run and jump onto it.  He'll leap off a pillow onto the bed, like it's home plate.  When he runs to chase the squirrels he leaps off the brick and bounds onto the grass and tells them what's up.  It's really the cutest fucking thing.

"And here's the pitch of Leroy's favorite hedgiehog.  Bop.  It's really out there folks, flew all the way to the door!  He's running... a quick slide into the wall, and he's grabbed the toy.  voice speeds up.  Leroy stops only for a second, birds and germs.  He's heading back now.  You can see the determination in his eyes... AND A GIANT LEAP FROM THE RUG, all the way to the middle of the bed... HE'S SAFE!  HE'S SAFE!  HE'S LANDED HOME and the crowd jumps outta there seats!!!!!!!"  You know how this goes.

Last night Trav was playing the game with Leroy and as I watched, remembered something I used to do as a kid.  I had this strange obsession with practicing alternative means of living, should I become incapable of something.  I used to practice writing with my left hand in case I broke my right.  I used to practice walking on crutches or with a cane, in case one side suddenly stopped working.  And I used to practice falling down, wait for it, in case I needed to fool some baddies into thinking I was dead.  wow.

As I snapped back from space, I saw they were done.  I silently walked over to the mattress, stood in front of it with arms crossed over my chest, and looked at Travis.  I asked him if falling forward without moving was called a deadfall.  He said "No."  I said "You know when stunt people fall, they have to call that a name."  He laughed, but didn't know.  He asked what I was trying to do, so I kept explaining I wanted to fall straight forward, without moving.  Stiff as a board like...

I know my neck tweaked, but I don't feel it there.  I feel it around the Thoracic T5 area.  I used a heat pad last night and it's better today, but still stiff.  What a bozo I feel like, but I fucking committed!


Good Idea was spending time with Travis playing Ticket to Ride.
Bad Idea was thinking falling forward onto a cushiony, but rigid bed, with no experience, when I'm not 7, was a Good Idea.




Trav has this great way of observing and beautifully illustrating both my silly and poor choices in life.  It's why he's talented and does what he does.  He takes a jumbled mess and puts each piece back, in exactly the right way.  Spine and all.

And he's my guy because of it.

Anti-Twenties: Weekends

The inaugural post will be short & sweet.

I have not been in my 20s for some time, but over the course of three weekends, I'm going to pretend like I am.  Just for Chucks.

Last weekend, without even realizing it, I drank three days in a row.  Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  What a fucking feat.  I haven't done that stretch of business for many years, and yet I woke up almost perky each morning.  That was a miracle.  Friday and Saturday I was drinking a new drink I made * and since it was mostly water, I wasn't a too bad of shape.  However, Sunday's lunch with a friend had him drinking a glass and me knowing I shouldn't waste the rest of the bottle.  By day's end, I felt exhausted, sore, fried, kinda old-lady hungover (which is not quite but close enough to not do anything productive.)  I laid on the floor stretching, swearing off booze for a while.

This weekend, in just a few hours from now, I'll be leaving home and driving to Las Vegas for one day only.  Yes, leaving Friday by 6am and shipping off Saturday by 9am.  I haven't done that in over 10 years.  Ugh, a long fucking drive for a single great day.  And memba that thing I swore off last week?  Well I am panning on enjoying myself, but old lady Clark will just remember to pacer herself and drink lots of water. Her bones and stomach will thank her.  My trip for a stint is to visit the Star Trek convention.  I don't partake in the organised activities, but I can't pass up seeing friends I've made during and since.  I'm leaving early Saturday because we have our book club meeting in the afternoon.  We're discussing Lolita and I've been too pasionately not a fan, so I have to make it.  We absolutely, 10% always discuss the book - for at least an hour, pray tell - but of course there's drinking. Just coming off a binder, maybe I'll skip this round.  But that wouldn't be very 20s of me, would it.

Finally, next week our friends requested out presence via email.  "Hey! My cousin is the front man for Spoon and they are playing Hollywood Forever Cemetary... wanna go?"  Um, sure!!? So next Friday we'll be partying up here. I use that term so lamely. And then... Oh that may be it.

All this means to say is I don't normally book this much drink heavy activities into 9 days worth of living.  That is what you do in your 20s. In your 30s, you pace it out over a glass of wine (or preferably sippin' whiskey,) snacks and board games, talking about how tiring that notion simply is.