Greetings from Tecate.
Posted by: Donna
Cooling my heels at the gorgeous Rancho La Puerta Spa in Baja California, Mexico. My generous older sis is springing for 3 days. I’ve never been to a luxury spa before and they honest-to-God put cucumbers on my eyes while I got an herbal wrap. It’s only the second day and I’ve been massaged and poked and prodded and Pilate-d and yoga-d until I can barely move.
I’m sure this all for the best but I’m really missing my Diet Pepsi, wine, and smokes. Especially the smokes. They don’t allow smoking anywhere on the premises, the fascists. I don’t smoke that much, like 3 to 4 a day but there’s something about being kept from the occasion of sin that makes a Diva wanna sin so badly, ya know? I am SO plotting to nip off for an illicit Marlboro but the problem is that the very friendly and solicitous staff members watch us like hawks. And there’s like a brazillion of them. Just stand there for a second looking like you don’t quite know where you are and some unctious little khaki clad spa minion will be beside him/herself to escort you to your destination. Plus, I’m sure they look at me and just know I’m up to no good. Nerts.
Oh well, tomorrow I will hike, take a cooking lesson, and get an aromatherapy pedicure, while continuing to hatch my AWOL smoking scheme. I’ll keep the Worldwide Web posted on my progress.
Speaking of which, Fred Barlam, the pere of Web design whiz Adam who advertises on this here site, has a new blog of his very own. Fred’s a fellow Ahwatukee-an and his pithy LTTEs and columns are frequently found in East Valley newspapers. His expertise is education and he’s definitely schooled the Dems of LD20 about it. As you can see, he’s already got some great stuff up so give him some love over at DemocraticDad.com
Hasta la noche, muchachas y muchachos!
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