sometimes i miss the simple suburban life of san gabriel, the little suburb i grew up in (aka about fifteen minutes from the urb-sub-urb where i now live. l.a. is funny that way). san gabriel often felt like a prison. granted, the bars were swaying palm trees and the shackles were the boundless love of my family, but that’s not the point, i felt trapped when i lived there. the great thing about it was, though, that you could actually take a nap there in the daytime, or at all during the weekend. in the city (at least where i have lived, echo park and east l.a.) there are 800 cars passing by every 53 seconds, the busses sound like airplanes landing, and there is a roving pack of very vocal dogs at every street corner. now, i happen to be notorious for not napping when i am supposed to, but i really wanted a nap today. i wanted to taste that sweet cocktail of sunlight and pillow. but it was not to be, for my neighbors were having a party… apparently their birthdays are each weekend of every month, and while i do enjoy reggeaton, it does not lull one into slumber as you might imagine.
oh well. i worked a twelve hour shift yesterday, went to a gay bar, witnessed one of the scariest lesbian brawls ever, went to work this morning, ate filet mignon for dinner, and now i am headed out to a gay bar. my life is becoming very routine. this is if routine includes being manhandled by drunk lesbians and waking up with lots of bruises. which it does, right?
san gabriel is the best! my father grew up there, and his mom/my grandma still lives there, so i get to visit quite frequently.