Not Dead, Just Sick
I've been woefully remiss in updating this blog, but oh well. Here's what happened. I went to Oaxaca, Mexico on vacation and it was wonderful. Great food, warm weather, cool nights, watched Night Porter at the Cine Pochote, ate the most delicious enchiladas (con and sin mole), painted with watercolor (which is something I have not done in a very long while), and enjoyed the company of my co-conspirator in life and love. What more could one ask? Only this: that we please not get kicked off the last plane out of Oaxaca moments before closing the cabin door.
Apparently the pilot imposed some kind of weight restriction on the flight which required any standby passengers to de-plane the plane. We were the only two standby passengers on the flight and so it was up to us to lighten the load. It would have been fine had we not had prior engagements and appointments that we needed to be back for on the next day. It would have been finer still had I not eaten a strange conglomeration of mixed vegetables the night before and contracted what was quickly becoming a raging battle between my body and all known forms of liquid. The front lines of this battle, ass and mouth, are still smoldering, for they fought their precious War on Contagion while we of the conscious mind were trying to catch a flight to Mexico city so that we could catch another flight to Houston so that we could catch a third flight to LAX. We made the first two but missed the third.
A night was spent in Houston at los parientes de jacobo during which the battle for supremacy inside my weak-weak innards dragged on through the night. The next day we took a flight to LAX which was quite possibly the longest three and a half hours ever recorded by your humble narrator.
In the end I devoted much time and worship at the altar of the porcelain gods. And it seems they have had a little mercy on me, for the battle is now quieted and I am home in this city which seems eternally on the brink of disaster. It is a city whose own population of descendants and transplants from Mexico recently made their peaceful discontent known in the form of a million latino march on the streets of downtown. I would have loved to have been here to see that.
