nomad'z land

aka holy shit im dating a 40-year-old. feels just like dating a 39 year old!

40 years ago on august 25 the sweetest man ever to grace my life was born. im a lucky lucky duckling, thats for sure. naturally i had to be with him on this momentous occasion, although probably more momentous for me than for him, as he doesnt give too much of a shit about age or numbers, etc.

i flew into vancouver on friday, sweet ass two and a half hour flight! too bad i rode alaska, you know i used to like that airline, but the seats are TERRIBLE! never again. well, as much as i can help it. maybe im just used to em, but i prefer southwests seats above most. what am i their spokesperson? the answer is no. anyhoo, flew into vancouver, cool ass airport!!! its like a rainforest in there, no jokeski. it even had like a waterfall coming down next to the escalators. sick shit bro. customs went by pretty quickly, got me a red jeep and drove two hours up to whistler, home of the 2010 winter olympics. the drive was pretty breathtaking, although in my case, it was more “no fucking way!” inducing. beautiful scenery, lots of green and glacial lakes. sun was almost setting so it was really sweet. got in to the hotel and took a little rest while waiting for j to finish up a yoga gig somewhere close. we had a lovely night in, watching lockup and ordering room service. i loooove time with my loverbear. especially times where we can kinda pretend were at home, although we might be in hotels just as much.

woke up saturday way too early for js tastes, so i went for a little walk in the woods on a bear hunt to bide my time and use up some energy to try to go back to sleep. didnt find any bears, and didnt make me tired, but when i returned j was ready to suffer waking up to spend some qt with big mama. watched breaking bad as we do, then met up with carla and denice for breakfast-turned-brunch-turned-drinks. kokanee!! its canadian beer, and very deliciouso. headed over to joeys sick ass house about 10 minutes into the mountains for a bday bbq for j and manas who coincidentally were born on the exact same day, year, everything! ive never met a birth day twin of my own, how fortuitous that j and manas are twins and in the same band. they look like twins too, as j is my white bottomed boy and manas is straight from nigeria. so j tells me that joeys parents basically owned whistler and sold it off and now they just are cruising, living the life. assholes. just kiddin. joey was super nice and extremely hospitable, and a fantastic cook at that, holy bomb ass seafood meal!!! yummofest. more beer consumption, then back to the hotel to get ready super quick for the show that night. great show, more beer, blah blah, more drinking you know the routine.

soooo sad to leave my loverface the next morning. its the worst shit ever but i suppose if someone has to do it, it should be me and not some nasty ho. well some other nasty ho i should say. tried to go back to sleep but that failed. drove down to vancouver to hang with denice and her roomie sarah for the day as my flight did not leave until 6pm. took me an hour and a half to get down to whistler! stoked. d and costa (sarahs last name and her nickname) live 30 stories up in this cool ass apartment overlooking the water. vancouver is soooo cool!! we went for a 7 mile (!!!!) bike ride around the sea wall. little bit scary as i am not the best bike rider out there but i managed to not crash or fall or piss too many people off. its a really cool city, did i already say that? every time i would say it, they would respond with “only in the summer!” hahaha. in the winter i hear its the pits. vancouver in the summer has got a real rainforest feel. lots of water and lots of buildings, got some beaches too and parks galore. saw a few biplanes landing on the water. is that what theyre called? whatevs. hmm what else. after that was done, i felt quite proud of myself, then realized they do this shit like every day. dealing with la traffic might use up more mental energy though so thats unfortunate. we took a very short ferry ride over to granville island and had a nice lunch there (no alcohol). after that denice oh so kindly came with me in my rental to the airport to make sure i didnt miss my flight. thank GOD for her, i would have totally fucked my life over. my card wouldnt work at the gas station cause its a different country, well that was pretty much the most disastrous thing, but in my rushed state of mind it seemed kinda catastrophic. sweet sweet denice, soooo awesome and hospitable and hilarious. we’re like international friends! i met her in bali over a year ago, saw her again in california last year, then got to hang with her in her hood! thanks to her, made it safe and sound, even though i slept nil on that damn flight. but it was all worth it to spend my loves birthday with him, id do it again a million times over! well gimme a little break in between..

on the road again.. i survived three nights on the bus! maybe i was more mentally prepared than usual. or maybe a lot of beer helps a lot. couple instances of claustrophobia but that was remedied by taking the outside edge of the bunk. which presented a new problem = feeling like i was going to fall out at certain turns. j insists there is no way i will fall out. in keeping with the usual, i definitely dont believe him on that one. could be worse if i do fall out, we’re second level (there are three). whatevs. i dont know why we insist on sleeping in the same bunk. must be love sprinkled with taking advantage of limited time together.

friday night – saratoga mountain winery. did i drink wine? im really asking. hmm… i think i started with wine then alternated with beer. safe house. super cute venue. reminded me of a mini red rocks. i dont remember much else, i should really write this shit within a day of happeningz.

saturday – laytonville, gaia fest. holy hippie fest. this was beyond anything hippie ive ever seen and i can be pretty hippie in my unbrushed hair muumuu glory. the people seemed like they were all on a special kind of koolaid. i did not want a sip. although by the end i was feeling the crazy hand gestures during dancing. kinda mad j didnt tell me that people dress all weird for this shit, i would have at least brought my muumuu. or made a fun costume! exciting news, we found our relationship mascot! it was a little boy who looked like a miserable little bastard in a lion outfit. love it. there is a pic of that down there. it was pretty fun, but super dirty/dusty. thank god for baby wipes. we tried to ride this “ride” where you sit on a cardboard flap and slide down this hay hill but this fool manning it yelled at us cause were “adults” and it was kidz only. he was scary. so we got kicked off that thing, but theres nothing like hippie support, as there were a couple passersby complaining at the injustice of not letting us on. thanks to a nice man named bobcat we sneaked in later and got our ride in! it was as exhilarating as you’d think it’d be. there was also a nude river bath but i didnt get to venture that deep into the gaia depths. not complaining. anyway this show was the best i have ever heard j everrrr, i wanted to cry. he is so amazing. why am i dating a rock star, i did not plan for this shit. good thing he is patient and nice on top of being good looking and stuff. on the realz, i loooove watching him on stage. he is so cool! and talented. mad skillz to pay the billz. (not my billz, im an independent woman. syke. i could use some help. but only cause im fiscally irresponsible sometimes.) and he still pays me attention even when hes performing for thousands of adoring fans. thats some real love shit probably right? barf. etc.

sunday – reno, knitting factory. id never been to reno! it was all i expected (which was not much). hahahha. it was cool. scratch that it was HOTTTTTT. during the day we had lunchy and watched beasts of the southern wild (sooo good) with mikey and sara. sara was bawling like she just got aborted. love it. j got all teary and shit too. i usually cry, but i wasnt compelled once to cry. hmm. that makes me sad in itself. not sad enough to cry though. oh god, its like a neverending cycle of sadness and no tears. show was dope even though there was no place for me to sit until i ended up back of the stage with sara, like its all about us or something. this night i got extra drunky. but guess what!!!!!! i was fun (i think) AND well behaved, isnt that novel! must be my new age of ripe ol 28! i think im gonna grow up this year. fingers crossed. not too crossed, i dont want to lose myself or anything. ejemplo: some lady shoved me out of the way on the balcony when i was trying to see j and was all “WEVE BEEN HERE FOR A LONG TIME” and rather than throw her off the railings while telling her that, bitch, i was there for a long time, almost two years to be fucking exact, i paused and said “oh. sorry.” look at me!!! im all growz up. sometimes. anyway i think thats about it. its always great to see everyone drunkyface on the bus after the show to wherever is next, dancing and laughing and actin a foolz. except for j, why does he never get shitfaced. hes too pro. i dont know how i feel about that. i want to see him shitfaced just once. so i can get over it build a bridge style.

this part of my life is lotsa fun i must admit. i hope it never ends. well i mean i hope it slows down once its time to get knocked up should that time ever come upon us. or maybe not, tour bus is pretty kid friendly. if the kids gonna be a drunk pill poppin nomad that is. i think more importantly i should be focusing on not being a crazy windbag of a woman. workin on it. i am very grateful for all in my life who help to try to lead me out of the paths of darkness. truly truly truly.

xo