I’m on vacation, so I won’t be able to blog this week. Instead of leaving my blog empty, I’ve decided to share a fun journal entry I wrote during my vegan transition. It’s too long for a blog post, so I’ve broken it into short pieces.
Hippie Hot Springs – Part 1
My sister’s friend, Kelly, just published a poetry book, The Little Sparrow and she’s doing a reading at The Spaghetti Factory in San Diego. I know Kelly well, so I’m going to the reading and dragging my husband, Paul, with me.
I’ve never been to this restaurant, and when we arrived, I couldn’t believe how big it was. There were three spacious floors filled with chattering people eating pasta. We were directed to the third floor where we found Kelly, sexily clad like Marilyn Monroe, and about twenty other people, at least half of them in costumes.
I knew it was costume party, but Paul and I didn’t dress up. Paul hates wearing costumes unless it’s for an acting gig. And although I like dressing up, I didn’t have the time to get something to wear.
I saw my sister and her partner Linda and walked over to them. My sister was wearing a white button up shirt, suspenders, a black tie with white polka dots, and a black hat and said she was Benny from the movie Benny & June. Linda didn’t wear a costume, but Michelle insisted that she was dressed as June.
I sat down across from Linda and next to Dianne, an outgoing middle aged woman that I’d never met before. Dianne and I got into a conversation about the abstract style of art she paints. Her description was showy, and several people around us turned to listen. When she saw she had an audience, she announced, “The next party we’re going to have will be a painting party!”
“That sounds like fun,” Linda said.
“I’ve been thinking about having a painting party for awhile,” Dianne continued. My plan is to pour paint on huge canvases and then we’ll all get naked and roll in the paint and create beautiful art with our bodies.”
As she was talking, I thought, “This must be the woman who throws the “clothing optional” pool parties that my sister’s told me about.”
“I’ll pass on the painting party,” I said.
“You must not be anything like your sister,” she responded in a way that made me feel I was the most boring person in the world.
This is the end of part 1, but check in tomorrow for part 2. The story gets more interesting and funny as it goes on!
Photo courtesy of Cruise Art.