It's a rare treat to hang out with high school friends, especially in San Diego. But when you have Tammy Borrero, "Miracle Worker," as the architect of such occasions, it suddenly isn't so improbable. I was with Mike, Cheryl, and Tammy for a very relaxed and eventful Saturday. Not bad, especially because I was determined to rally through my impenetrable sickness and be good company. Before we went anywhere we had to stop by the drugstore so I could stock up on medications. Then we went to Coronado and had lunch, then walked around the Hotel. We were on the beach and heading towards the shore, but right as we got to the middle I stopped. Loaded with cold medicine and dietary supplements, I said, "I'm stopping here. I'm going to just sit down." I saw that the breeze at that particular location was perfect and it was serenely quiet. There were less people wandering around that vicinity and the sand below my feet was soft and white. I felt heavy and sluggish and my body was asking me, "Please, Karen, can we just lie down on the sand, here and now?" Cheryl looked at me oddly and asked, "You sure you can't just make it to the rocks?" There were crags by the shore, but I knew I couldn't spread myself out and take a nap on those. I said, "No, I'll be here. Fetch me later."
I set my purse down as a pillow and had the most tranquil, soothing nap I've ever experienced. The sand beneath me was soft and firm, just like a Swedish therapeutic pillow. There was a faint breeze in the warm air, and no sun, but the sky seemed pale yellow anyway. I heard the waves billowing against each other and the hollow sound of the sea. I heard voices float here and there, moms and dads calling to their children, the foreign languages of tourists. If I opened my eyes I could see my friends retreating towards the shore.
I fell asleep for 30 minutes and dreamt about nothing. At least, I think so.
When I opened my eyes again, my friends were back to claim me. "Did anything happen while I was here?" I asked. Tammy said, "Yes, a couple guys came by and tried to spoon you and take pictures." I said, "Really?" but Cheryl shook her head. I said, "Did it look weird, me having dropped dead in the middle of the beach?" Cheryl said, "Yes," and Tammy said, "No," at the same time. Then Cheryl said, "You looked like you needed money." Tammy said, "But your sunglasses were a clue that you didn't."
I told them that I had the nap of a lifetime.
After that we went to Mexico and had lobsters in Puerto Nuevo. The sales representatives they have outside of each restaurant pitching the specials are the most coercive smooth-talkers. Finally, so pressured that we were on the verge of crying, we threw our hands up in desperation and settled for an $11.95 special with 6 lobster halves. I think they actually served crawfish.
We took the long way back to San Diego. At the border I saw a pastel frieze of The Last Supper, splattered with glitter, "Wall art for the Florida Christian."
Finally, congratulations to Michelle Kwan on winning her 7th medal at the World Figure Skating Championships. She was brilliant.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:27 AM
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