I had a really good day today. I've been doing a little bit of journaling here and there for the last couple of weeks, and no blogging for months, so this is a keep it alive post. All past/prsent tense "errors" and the like un-erronious.
This story starts:
Thursday:
Thought I was going to drown in the Pacific during outrigger practice. Michael was scared. Afterwards, gets drunk with friends....Like turning Manhattans into shots drunk. It ok. He alive.
Friday:
Dawn nursed me back to health over the course of...well, the entire day.
Felt so sick on Friday I told my coaches I wasn't racing outrigger Saturday at Dana. Ate piece and .5 of pizza over 24 hours. And 1/8 of gatorade. Vomited everything else.
Saturday: Felt like $$$. Not going to Dana. Drive to LA instead. Saw My grandfather, the man I have more respect for than anyone in my life. Met the newest Lorentzen, taking some pressure off my brother and I to carry on genes, but still the legacy name (It's a girl). Somewhere along the way up to LA I listened to "stay what you are" for the first time in about 4-5 years and it was so good i nearly cried. Had a great afternoon with family. Drove to visit Andrea and her friends for a drink. The Garmin took me through Crenshaw and 1 hours worth of side streets. I saw a man with no legs on a dolly. I thought of Eddie Murphy. Finally found Andrea's. Had a glass of wine. Drove Back to SD, Parents in Tow. Late dinner with Mom and Dad. Bed alone. Dawn at work. :( Strangely, thought of Eddie Murphy again. got up, wrote this.
Somewhere along the past year, I learned to hate L.A. (Dodgers excluded.). Today, I saw the LA of my childhood, including an unexpected detour through the shit parts. Still, I really do love that town. (Kobe excluded)
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