I had to get a little January Blog post in there after realizing I totally dropped the ball SO…
Often times people ask me how do you go back and forth to LA and San Francisco? It’s sort of the same as many humans getting up and driving to work in the morning except my drive is a little longer and I have to spend the night at my desk for like, three days. Sometimes I shower sometimes I don’t. TOmatoeee, TAmatooooo. I do have moments wanting to just be curled up in my little homestead and not have to leave but once I am in the other place something always happens that couldn’t have happened anywhere else & I am grateful to be exactly where I am which is where I was destined to be.
So it’s midnight and after a two hour flight delay, I am over the moon pleased and delighted to sit by a huge white fluffy beautiful dog on the plane too San Francisco. I snagged the LAST first class upgrade-with the free luggage; the price is reasonable considering now I no longer have to pay $25 plus $25 for my 99lb suitcase. The Virgin America employee says, as if I’ve never heard this one before, “are you carrying bricks in there, heee heee ?” He chuckles all proud of his self proclaimed but falling short wittiness. He’s a clever one thought me not this night.
“Not today, just some gold nuggets I mined in the Mojave desert three weeks ago. “ Nervous laugh from Matt the Virgin employee ensues. It’s to late in the evening for him to understand my humor. And so there is this giant Polar Bear of a dog on my flight. Who can sleep when a Polar Bear keeps smiling at you? I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. He couldn’t stop smiling at me with those sweet sparkly giant fur baby eyes and his owner allowed me to have my inflight Disney slash Christmas moment with this beautiful beautiful being. And even though we flew in the bumpy rain through the dark clouds, 120 minutes delayed with turbulence the size of matzo balls, I still make eye contact with the Bear even when I was told to buckle up and get back to my seat. I no longer give a damn about scary flights. The fear is pointless. I wish I felt the same about climbing trees. I suck at climbing trees. Mainly because I am so damn clumsy I just know I am going to fall when there is no reason to. The seat belt sign goes off and my face is right back in his white fluffy pillowy fur. The plane starts to make its descent and it is time to part ways with the Polar Bear. I get to my SF studio at one something AM and gear up for a very, very busy week of many, many Boudoir clients all wanting to be beautiful. I vow to make the photos less ethereal and sexier this week. I live in the world of wings & fairy dust to much. I have to remember most people want sexy not magic.
I wake up and do my job with a smile and vigor because over the last few weeks I’ve grown addicted to Espresso. Americana to be exact. I’ve never been a coffee drinker, more of a green tea black tea girl and I vow to quit this liquid crack…tomorrow. And then a break in the day which means Nikes on, headphones on…I want to go explore some of the old brick abandoned buildings down in the Dog Patch district by the water. It is one of my guilty pleasures I have only every shared with and experienced with one other adventurous friend. (Shout out to Valerie if you are reading this.) I am listening to magical music with bass, head bobbing, feet thumping and between the lack of sleep & espresso I am feeling maniacal, one of my favorite no you don’t understand, FAVORITE feelings. I love mania. I love when a brain is going Cray Cray at 200 mph. I love being around other people when THEY are in the throws of mania.
My goal is to crawl into that one brick building with all of the old pianos and broken glass. I turn the corner and start walking down the sidewalk and there, thirty or so feet away, it's the Polar Bear! Not a replica not a white horse of a pup that looks like the Polar Bear but this is MY Polar Bear, My Virgin America rainy evening sharing the clouds UNICORN OF A POLAR BEAR! He starts running at me full OMG HE'S GOING TO TRAMPLE ME speed. Kisses and doggy drool and hugs and giggles until the owner comes out of the French Butcher shop completely shocked and bewildered like whattttt theeeeeeeeee fckkkk, HOW, HOW?