Backtracking Updates from afar: Damn Beautiful Day

Friday, February 24th, 2006
11:51 am
Damn Beautiful Day
Its a damn beautiful day.
I betcha if you looked outside you'd want to go out there and be in it ....I know I do.
Staring out the window out into the sunshine watching the bay sparkle and the birds fly around for an hour made me think briefly of walking off the bus and onto the beach. Saying fuck that job and the indoors in exchange for a afternoon of pure bliss. Toes in the sand, sunglasses reflecting glances of passerby's. Mind and soul a whirr with thoughts of happiness. Reality calls and I answer, snap out of it hustling up the hill to catch the next bus.
Still the thoughts of happy things reach me, here behind my tiny desk in my tiny boutique amidst this huge hotel. Ornate rugs and gold lamie trim glimmer reflecting the light from huge windows in the lobby.
My mind wanders to places in the forest where water runs near by and the sun bakes your skin to a carmel brown...where fish eat hot-dogs from atop the water and music echos through the valley late into the night. Where bright green eyes that peer at me from behind that tree freeze me in my tracks and take my breath away. To return it again with a whoosh and tingling toes.... Beach afternoons when kites fly above us and waves splash against our ankles smiling laughing bare skin and brilliant conversations about nothing until the wind and fog drive us home. Chess games in the park amidst the eucalyptus trees spending our last dollars on white wine and pre-rolled joints. Tattoos on skin that make me wish I would read more books...warm sun on the deck..high sierra air and the sound the wind makes when it rushes through the pine trees. Scrabble games and sleeping bag races up the stairs. Hot-tubbing until our skin turns a funny color and your bathing suit disintegrates. Making fairy headbands and hiking pace standards........Street fairs and fishbowls full of booze laying back up in the bed of the truck watching the city speed by us and squealing with delight. Jamaican sunsets...... long runs off short docks tumbling stoned on Jamaican weed and drunk off rum into the warm water. Hiding in the banana grove till the camera crew passes by ...giggling uncontrollably chasing after green anode lizards and jumping on the trapeze net till my shirt came off. Catamaran rides into the blue beyond on the other side of the world. Sleepy nights on my couch passing out on each others arms legs and butts after potluck garden dinners. Peaceful and quiet letting the tv woo us into oblivion...Snuggling together in fear of home intruders until we both pass out...Tattoos and branding irons piercing days and short haircuts in the name of forgetting that asshole. Dog-walks on the beach when I couldn't get outta bed and self help shows. Your heater us naked in the bath outta our gourds caught by incoming trancers. Crazy nights on the rooftop drinking Jack Daniel's and naming the constellations......flowers that bloom only for us. Mondays with the captain....tuesdays hot and uncomfortable staring at each other getting my car outta tow. Short skirts and glitteratie sipping champagne in my VIP after the fashion show.....the driving range when the sun is high and so are we. Sub-sandwiches double mustard no mayo and record shopping till dusk..... fresh cut grass and sleepy afternoons.... Jasmine vines overgrown ...drinking on my stoop pondering our unknowns...ecstasy afternoons when the record can never end and the pool is our sanctuary of sin. Long car rides...silent rock gardens.... specialty cocktails with fruity garnishes.....Bloody mary sundays at Zeighiest with big black sunglasses and short shirts.. These are my sunny day memories flooding in like a tidal wave. I cant stop them and I don't want to..Full of memories money cant buy I feel more wealthy than the largest bank account holder in this place. The people that make them with me are the driving force behind each step I take and each goal obtained I cant wait until the sun is permanent cold 40's are the drink of choice and we cant stand the smell of suntan lotion anymore...