Omg, chia pudding, rainy, whatever.
I already wrote pretty much the sum of what I intend to write, micro-blog style, but if you want your funeral to be a downer rave, get dragged to death by the truck which hit you as you strode in the crosswalk living your natural course of attending what is right and true. Everyone ever known by just about anyone in your family will feel duty-bound to present themselves in a solemn brigade of condolence, allowing themselves to be gripped & tightly clutched & sobbed upon in a submission to all the naked mournfulness and sorrow.
It was pretty intense, like I wasn't hiding already, and even now I still feel pretty rubbed raw, plus looking ahead nervously to the time when next I encounter this family, because the deceased was not the forward-face to this relationship & we will go on, the rest of us.
I know, it's not all about me, that's why I am nervous!
Here is what is all about me: In two weeks I am going with Sal & his Companion Pass to Los Angeles. Sal is then continuing on a cruise with Roderick & I was supposed to hang around Santa Monica for 8 days doing ... yeah, I couldn't get excited about it, yk? I mean, Santa Monica is fine & I could have done yoga every day at the venerable Golden Bridge and gone to the beach and whatever, but I wasn't feeling it.
Every day I would go back & forth again -- Ugggghhhh, do I go? Do I not go? Bahhhhh! Then goop had a LA By Neighborhood "Insider" feature which was super-not-useful, boooooo!
When I got to Nov 22 (the last date I could bail on my HomeAway rental without losing any more than us$25) I rolled up my sleeves and sat in front of my laptop, even as Thanksgiving + Nutcracker loomed. I found some pretty cheap fares to Mexico City from LAX and hemmed & hawed for a few minutes until I remembered The Blue House is there! Is it? Omigosh, yes! Yes!
I mean, ¡Sí! You guys! Mexico! Let's see Frida Kahlo's Museum! In Mexico!
There was an interstitial part -- during the hemming & hawing, which actually took me an overnight to make it from canceling St Monica to booking DF -- when I was nervously clicking around trying to find a good place to stay in Coyoacán and the great-sounding reviews for a place that looked really great & then I read words like, "The hosts speak hardly any English, though ..."
Omigod! You guys! I speak Spanish! I'm going to Mexico! I'm going to travel light with a backpack! Like Dora!
So, yeah, just like that. One minute I'm tediously attending an unbeatable free trip; the next minute I'm turning lemonade into a paleta! Mexico! I'm going to see Casa Azul! You guys! So many things happened there!
Sal was a little taken aback, "Omigosh! You did?!? Mexico?! You're just going to go?" (Yes!) Mari was also a little surprised. I dunno, I am a little freaked out at intervals, but in the first place, like, I am from a big city full of Mexicans! I'll just pretend I'm in Pilsen! Also, I am (as usual) on the most sedate vacation, like if I were going to DC & were going to stay in Chevy Chase to visit the Clara Barton House.
"Miss, will you visit the Washington Monument?"
"What about the Air & Space Museum?"
"The White House? The Capitol Building? Crowds anywhere all over?"
No, I've seen so many postcards, they're probably good; just like being there! I'm just going to stay at this B&B in Chevy Chase. Clara Barton lived right near there! She invented the Red Cross! There's a park with a carousel there, too! Yes!
Ahahaha! But seriously, I plan to settle down & suck the marrow from Coyoacán. If anything else happens, well, vamos a ver.
When I come back to LAX -- omg! I'm flying on Aeromexico, which glamorous airline is going to feed me lunch! What? I have not been served a meal on an airplane as part of my economy-class ticket since I was a child! -- I am going to go to the Korean sauna of my choosing to get freshened up all night long & take a snooze in the nap room before heading back in the a.m. for our afternoon's return flight to DCA.
So, that. Should be fun or at least satisfying or at the very least: quiet, a good place to keep on hiding. Mostly I'm worried about getting a disease, idk. Like, peel everything? Don't drink the water? Are those myths? I don't know, but I'll do it, don't leave anything else out! I hope I don't get sealed-up across the border! I hope I can figure out money-changing!
Mari said to me (rather accusing, I thought), "If I died, you would just bury me. You wouldn't even have a funeral!"
Hell, no bc it's nobody's business how I feel!
This is why no one actually envies that guy! Ahahaha xoxox