The beach trip was beautiful in that hyperactive teenage way (which just so happens to be my favourite way of doing things). I drove ALL the way there and back with Lew the navigator, and did not crash, or get squished by the trucks along those stupid freeways where everyone seems to regard the speed limit as optional. We lived on cookies, peanut butter, beer and Weetbix with Rice Bubbles (the latter mainly just me) for three days and although I still fulfilled my self imposed running commitments, it felt nice to be surrounded by my friends who treat these things with a 'whatever'-ness that I could learn a great deal from.
The nights were a glorious blur of endless music, smokey lungs, cheap wine and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. We ate spaghetti with spatulas just for the fun of it and danced and tired ourselves out early, falling into cozy sleep.
Speaking of cozy sleep I collapsed right onto Lewis's bed as soon as we got home by late afternoon, exhausted from my hesitant driving and the late nights that my pensioner's mindset is just not accustomed to. He went out quietly to get salad-making things (bless him) and left me there in a little ball on the mattress. I'd forgotten just how wonderful it feels to be exhausted, and resting comfortably, in the most comfortable, warm, good-vibey place such as your loved one's bed...the afternoon sun just obliterated the room and the high ceiling and I could hear little voices playing outside on the street and it was just blissful.
Here are some musical vibes for the past week:
And a bonus musical vibe, promo for a gig that I am doing with Justin very soon...come and fun...
Thanks for putting up with the unhealthy post gap from this week - I'll try not to neglect blogging from now on!
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