A Life in the Day
Sep. 11th, 2004 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weaktwosAs promised in my voice post, what follows are the details of my day, involving vomiting, pornography, garlic and fine cultural entertainment.
Vomiting
I awoke this morning with a deep sense of intestinal malaise. from 6am-9:30, I spent some time barking at the toilet bowl (puking), and then writhing in misery. I do believe I ate something that not only did not agree with me, but had a vendetta against my digestive tract. This was most unfortunate, particularly on this day, since I was to drive to Alameda and pick of Sven, who purchased very expensive tickets for us to see The Lion King at the lovely Orpheum Theatre.
So, I bathed, and headed out, despite feeling like a human salad shooter. At this point, I still couldn't even hold down water. Upon exiting the garage, the sunlight streamed into my eyeballs with seemingly more vigor and malice than on days when I don't feel like utter roadkill. By the time I was 30 minutes into my two hour roadtrip, I began to feel very drowsy (over and above my tender and malcontent stomach and my extreme thirst). This was plenty dangerous, since I had already seen one car wreck on my way.
So I pulled over in Davis and found a parking lot in which to take a twenty minute Power Nap of Driving Safety. The nap did the trick. And, finally, I could start sipping water. Rejoice.
I managed to encounter yet another car wreck on my travels. Needless to say, traffic sucked on the way up, taking me an hour longer than I desired to get to Sven's house. When we arrived at the Bart Station, there was no parking (yes, let's add this to the pile of undesirable events today; lack of sleep, illness, traffic). Since Sven is even more anal retentive about punctuality than I am, he was a bit stressed.
However, fortune began to smile upon us. We found a parking spot, caught the train, and made it into San Francisco and to the Orpheum with 5 minutes to spare.
Fine Cultural Entertainment
The Lion King was fantastic. I highly recommend it. The creative way they presented all the animals was very engaging to watch. The only anomaly was the Exotic Male Hyena Dancers. They seemed quite out of place, and they showed up for one little dance bit and never appeared again. Why did I call them the Exotic Male Hyena Dancers? Because the other hyenas were fully clothed in hyena costumes. These fellows' costumes were designed to give us all a magnificent view of their fine chesty physique. Has anyone else seen this musical and noticed these guys?
Pornography
Thankfully, during the play, I began to feel much better physically. The water and the gatorade was working its magic. After the play our task was to walk to the Stinking Rose. Sven was hoping we would walk by the porno part of Broadway, but he took us on a wrong turn, so we didn't get to ogle the sex shops. So the day didn't really involve Pornography. But if only Sven had better navigational skills...
Garlic
Welcome to the Stinking Rose, ladies and gentlemen! We season our garlic with food! Thankfully, we made it to the restaurant at last, but not before our inner mountain goats got to frolic among San Francisco's hilly roadways. I guess we got our cardio workout. Dinner was quite pleasant, and thankfully not crowded. I managed to have the garlic lemon caper salmon, and some bagne calde without feeling ill, despite that being my first food of the day. There was much rejoicing.
After dinner, we walked back to the BART station, headed back to Sven's place, talked for a bit about relationships, TV, and dealing with death, and then I made my way home.
Now, to sleep.
Vomiting
I awoke this morning with a deep sense of intestinal malaise. from 6am-9:30, I spent some time barking at the toilet bowl (puking), and then writhing in misery. I do believe I ate something that not only did not agree with me, but had a vendetta against my digestive tract. This was most unfortunate, particularly on this day, since I was to drive to Alameda and pick of Sven, who purchased very expensive tickets for us to see The Lion King at the lovely Orpheum Theatre.
So, I bathed, and headed out, despite feeling like a human salad shooter. At this point, I still couldn't even hold down water. Upon exiting the garage, the sunlight streamed into my eyeballs with seemingly more vigor and malice than on days when I don't feel like utter roadkill. By the time I was 30 minutes into my two hour roadtrip, I began to feel very drowsy (over and above my tender and malcontent stomach and my extreme thirst). This was plenty dangerous, since I had already seen one car wreck on my way.
So I pulled over in Davis and found a parking lot in which to take a twenty minute Power Nap of Driving Safety. The nap did the trick. And, finally, I could start sipping water. Rejoice.
I managed to encounter yet another car wreck on my travels. Needless to say, traffic sucked on the way up, taking me an hour longer than I desired to get to Sven's house. When we arrived at the Bart Station, there was no parking (yes, let's add this to the pile of undesirable events today; lack of sleep, illness, traffic). Since Sven is even more anal retentive about punctuality than I am, he was a bit stressed.
However, fortune began to smile upon us. We found a parking spot, caught the train, and made it into San Francisco and to the Orpheum with 5 minutes to spare.
Fine Cultural Entertainment
The Lion King was fantastic. I highly recommend it. The creative way they presented all the animals was very engaging to watch. The only anomaly was the Exotic Male Hyena Dancers. They seemed quite out of place, and they showed up for one little dance bit and never appeared again. Why did I call them the Exotic Male Hyena Dancers? Because the other hyenas were fully clothed in hyena costumes. These fellows' costumes were designed to give us all a magnificent view of their fine chesty physique. Has anyone else seen this musical and noticed these guys?
Pornography
Thankfully, during the play, I began to feel much better physically. The water and the gatorade was working its magic. After the play our task was to walk to the Stinking Rose. Sven was hoping we would walk by the porno part of Broadway, but he took us on a wrong turn, so we didn't get to ogle the sex shops. So the day didn't really involve Pornography. But if only Sven had better navigational skills...
Garlic
Welcome to the Stinking Rose, ladies and gentlemen! We season our garlic with food! Thankfully, we made it to the restaurant at last, but not before our inner mountain goats got to frolic among San Francisco's hilly roadways. I guess we got our cardio workout. Dinner was quite pleasant, and thankfully not crowded. I managed to have the garlic lemon caper salmon, and some bagne calde without feeling ill, despite that being my first food of the day. There was much rejoicing.
After dinner, we walked back to the BART station, headed back to Sven's place, talked for a bit about relationships, TV, and dealing with death, and then I made my way home.
Now, to sleep.
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Date: 2004-09-12 09:48 am (UTC)Sounds like a great day, once the sickness passed. I love the costumes and kick myself for missing that Lion King event I had the invite too. I was hoping to see them up close. When annie and I saw them in LA, I was just boggled.
Keep track of what you ate. Maybe you have a weird allergy or something.
Glad you are better. Want to get some coffee later?
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Date: 2004-09-12 10:19 am (UTC)