Congratulations to me! Happy 200th Post. What does the blogosphere offer semi-continuity? Do I get a cool hat pin? A free tank of gas? A box of Krispy Kreme?Guess I'll just pretend I won a free trip to La Costa Resort & Spa - the current Work assignment. Located in Carlsbad, CA., the place is SWANKY. Came in a couple of days ago with my brilliant sidekick, Maria, and we are living here until Saturday. It's a ridiculously gorgeous place with something like 10 pools and endless rolling golf courses. We've got a balcony room near the tennis courts and the spa building. Sadly, we've spent most of our time in the Deepak Chopra Conference Center - I shit you not. Deepak Chopra gives me the fucking creeps. For a guy who supposed to be relaxed and in touch with his mind/body self, he seem pretty rigid and uptight. Plus, I don't trust people that are either not funny or never laugh. The Dalai Lama is hilarious. I'm just sayin'.
Anyhoo, I'm surrounded by oodles of brilliant entrepreneurs from all over the world and here I am, in the middle of it, trying to con everyone into thinking that I know what I am doing. As usual, I've fooled them all. Except Maria, of course, who is very much on to me which is why I keep her close at all times.
Amidst all the endless sunshine and lush gardens, I'm also trying desperately to ignore the massive Unattainable Crush I am currently suffering. Of course, the victim has no idea as our only connection is professional and it should probably remain so. Plus, he lives in another state and as much as I love my new state, I am mighty gun-shy about mixing U-Hauls with my love life. Still, I'm amazed at my capacity to fantasize to ridiculous lengths. I thought I'd come so far since 8th grade but alas, no.
Perhaps this lovesickness (which has been percolating for quite a while now) will go away once I get a facial? Or maybe I can buy a spendy gift at the hotel's boutique store, Pinkalicious? Certainly it is nothing a day by the pool can't fix, right? Right?
sigh ...
8 comments:
Oooooh I love a good crush! Though I have found that they are often best left in the land of fantasy because in a fantasy no one farts. Or leaves their crap laying around the house in piles.
I'm so glad to hear from someone else who doesn't get the Deepak thing. I've never been able to muddle through - there's not enough fun in what he's selling.
Carlsbad is cool! I grew up in San Diego...and I still get crushes all the time. They're quite healthy. Of course, the one big crush I had turned into 12 years of marriage and two little boys (and is still going), so maybe that stretches the definition of "crush" just a little bit. Still, you should enjoy your crush. At least yours won't make you pay for day care. Yet. Bwah-hah-hah!
Get a massage. That always works for me. Of course, I haven't had a massage in two years, so I guess I'm simply asking you to get a massage for me.
Someone should be more relaxed than Deepak.
Um, while you're at it, get a second massage ... you know, just for ... um, coughmecough.
PS I love crushes, I really do. I had one, and now I'm married to him.
Oh wow. Uh oh. Ok.
You have this crush. Well, tonite I met a guy I think you might like. No, nothing like the OTHER guy I met that I thought you would like.
Anyway, we must chat. About the guy for you that I met
ps- and in case you are asking why is he not my type?
He smokes & has kids...two major disqualifiers right there.
I forget who said this, but I can authenticate its veracity: Love is one damned fool after another.
Thanks for all the encouragement, my fellow romantics. I'd enjoy this Unattainable Crush a bit more but I've got a bigger hunger for Reality because that is where the kisses are.
Kath, whatever you have planned for me back at home in Denver, sign me up!
I'm glad I'm not the only one that can fantasize like that. It's a fucking runaway train.
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