Wednesday June 30, 2010

I went to Bikram Yoga in Boston this morning…the money I have spent on this trip for out of town yoga classes now totals $180. (I have been getting the weekly/monthly deals since I will be back in CT, NYC and Boston again during the trip.) It seems like the studio in San Diego has a more sophisticated heating system because the instructor in Boston kept futzing with the heater and the fans throughout the class. I was on the left side of the room (away from the window) and it is my belief that I chose poorly and was situated in the part of the room that was like Dante’s Inferno. Damn…I was dying and my contacts were drying out from the fan that blows the heat around. He did open the door and window a few times to cool things down, but I prefer the more controlled constant heat of Old Town. It’s hard to explain. I was excited that he called me out during one of the postures telling me that I was doing it “excellent!” (It’s the Japanese ham sandwich one if you have taken Bikram in Old Town you know what I am talking about. I have not heard this anywhere else btw. lol What IS a Japanese ham sandwich!?) Trust me, I suck at a bunch of other ones, so excelling at one is good news. He kept calling women whose names he didn’t know “sweetheart” and it pissed this one lady off so bad she called him rude and walked out the door! Hahaha! Personally, I don’t give a shit if an older man calls me “sweetie” or “sweetheart” but she was not having it. The guy wasn’t that old…maybe 50? Maybe if she sticks with yoga she will be able to let that whole thing go

I headed down to the World Trade Center/Seaport area to buy a ticket for the ferry to Provincetown, Cape Cod. Look at these creepy jellyfish all over the place. Does anyone know what kind they are? I googled and saw something called “drifters” but is anyone an expert in this stuff?

Another gorgeous day in Boston.

I love the cute little beach houses of New England. Well, these are actually pretty huge. lol

Provincetown: tragic that a hag such as myself has never been to a fag haven like P-town!

A tribute to the fishing villages and the women of Portugese descent.

The display outside of the dune tour place … so cute!

Tommy! Better than Becky’s Bungalow, huh??

My elementary school friend Jessica picked me up at the ferry dock…she actually lives in San Diego but is visiting her Mom on the Cape for the next couple weeks. We never see each other in San Diego because we are both assholes, but we are both currently unemployed and have somehow connected on the other side of the United States. So redic.

Provincetown is your typical New England beach town but it’s bustling and more hectic than some of the others. And very gay.

We went for a snack and a glass of wine and then headed to Eastham where Jessica’s Mom and Chris live. (Jess’s Mom is like my surrogate…more on that later…and she and Chris has been together forever.) They technically live there but are closer to Orleans, one of the more populated towns on the Cape.

They live in a contemporary Cape Cod house…the side of the house is cedar shingles. Very typical of New England beach houses.

An awesome functioning train set in the backyard that Chris has built.

And a typical New England dinner of boiled Maine lobster, steamers and corn on the cob.

I feel right at home with Jessica and her family because I lived with them for a while when I was 19 years old. I moved to San Diego immediately after high school in the summer of 1989 and when I freaked out and missed my friends (exbf) so much after one semester I moved back to CT right after the new year of 1990. I refused to move back in with my Dad and my evil step-monster so I put the word out to all of my friends that I needed a place to live. Jessica, her sister Sara (who also lives in San Diego) and their Mom and I all lived in a big house for a semester and a summer. Talk about estrogen overload! It was a blast. I paid Mom a little bit of money, they saved me from having to live with the wicked witch and Jessica and Sara and I were 3 crazy roommates. It was so much fun living there because my own sisters were so much older than me and I never really experienced all that girl stuff. I think it also prepared me for living with roommates and being on my own. This is part of what I was referring to the other day about being forced into independence at an early age. Paying rent as a teenager while living down the street from your parents is a little odd, but was definitely a turning point in my life. I ended up staying in CT for only another 2 years before permanently settling in CA.

It was also really cool to reconnect with Chris who is a very talented and established documentary filmmaker. Definitely check out his website and see what he is capable of… I had a boner when he showed me his editing and recording studio and let me hold his Panasonic HDX 900. Next time I have fifty grand laying around I think I will buy one. I told him if he is ever out in SoCal on a job to please call me and I will be his apprentice, assistant, slave, bitch, gopher, whatever! We talked shop for a while and he showed me some of the cool stuff he had been working on.

I feel really blessed to have the opportunity, the time, the means and my health to travel and be with people that I love. So often you get too busy and lose touch with the people in your past. I am very fortunate to be in a position that I can take this time to go back to my childhood and relive the things and be around the people that helped shape me into who I am today. I took so much for granted as a teenager and am so excited to be living those years again, even if it is just for a few weeks.