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megastir
Mega means big or large
stir because I like to mix it up
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Monday, April 07, 2003 :::
 So when you find yourself making love in a hot tub to a beautifull girl high up in Las Floras canyon under a full moon overlooking the Pacific ocean, its pretty fair to wonder how amazing life is.
The next day you wake up in the canyon and the smells of the California coast assault the senses. So much aroma in the air the fragrance is sweet and you mention it, but unless you've been stuck high in the frozen Selkirk range all winter it just seems normal.
Your first chore it seems is to drop off a video down at the local rental place. She pulls up and you're sent in to make the drop. Hey its Martin Sheen and the video clerk is hassling him about overdue films. Sounds like he's making excuses. Pffff only here would you see something like that, you think as you beetle about your business.
Next stop breakfast the place is right across from the famous pier. The June gloom is just burning off and it's a spectacular day. To bad the egg place is so crowded though, ah well your girl is easy on the eye and its so nice just to even wait in a line with her. Besides this place is world famous. You kept telling her last summer in Hawaii that you thought it was cool where she was from. But to her it was just the place she grew up nothing more nothing less.
Her friend met us after breakfast and we kicked it on the bluff watching the waves lap against the shore. They were so nice these girls and beautiful too. They said when they were 13 they were punks, caught up in the whole LA punk thing TSOL Suicidal Tendacies Agent Orange all that. Mohawks, Sex Coke LSD the whole thing. Hard to believe really I mean that's so young and now they're so tan and blonde, wholesome and all. But I guess a place like this makes you grow up fast
So we decided to go up to Seco's a beach park just to the north. Less of a scene than Surfrider beach. If the Santa Ana's blow like was forecast maybe we might be able to surf-sail in the small swell. Anywhere else and I'd have thought it crowded, but for Southern California it was empty. We even got a space along the road near the stairs. Piling out you could see surfers lined up near a big rock off shore. When the swell lumped in it peaked and there was a nice right for about 50 yards, then the swell lost its juice till it exploded in a shore dump. I didn't really care too much about the conditions because I was pretty stoked just to lay out and chat with these incredible girls. It had been a long winter and our flight to Hawaii took off in a week.
It was fun to hear them gossip about their friends I didn't really know any one so hearing them say things and break into exquisite giggles and shocked "oh my gods!" was fascinating. The dialect was a particular sourthern California cool. We met up with some of the friends later that night as we went clubbing in LA. I suppose I was the exotic foreign boyfriend to them, but I was really amazed to find myself mixed up with such an incredible goup of Las Floras locals.
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?
David Byrne Talking Heads
::: posted by Mega at 7:43 AM
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