yesterday was too full of goodness to fully describe. i petted a diabetic cat, told someone that the name Zasu came from Zasu Pitts, saw a dog wearing little booties, and sat in the sun with a book. there was pad thai at lunch and lamb at dinner, and plenty of girltime with
naomi_traveller. i found a sweater that does good things for me, and a bag with many pockets.
i'm pretty sure the highlight of the day (other than the sauna) was discovering that REI sells camping espresso cups, champagne glasses, margarita glasses, and a hand-cranked blender. this made me grab my head like a stunned monkey.
now, i'm not into camping. indeed, i would rather have a root canal than go camping, and i can say this with authority after my recent dental experience. but it seems to me that if you can't go camping without espresso and margaritas, you're just... you're... i mean... <waves hands in air helplessly> what the fucking fuck? isn't camping supposed to be about communing with nature?
i'm fairly certain that margaritas are not a naturally occurring phenomenon. if these REI poseurs were really as rugged and outdoorsy as they would like to appear, they'd find an agave plant, distill their own tequila, pick limes, refine sugar, and hammer chunks off a glacier if they wanted a margarita, with a side trip to the Bonneville flats for those who like salt with their tequila. honestly!
at the very least, they could drink their margaritas on the rocks like nature intended.
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i'm pretty sure the highlight of the day (other than the sauna) was discovering that REI sells camping espresso cups, champagne glasses, margarita glasses, and a hand-cranked blender. this made me grab my head like a stunned monkey.
now, i'm not into camping. indeed, i would rather have a root canal than go camping, and i can say this with authority after my recent dental experience. but it seems to me that if you can't go camping without espresso and margaritas, you're just... you're... i mean... <waves hands in air helplessly> what the fucking fuck? isn't camping supposed to be about communing with nature?
i'm fairly certain that margaritas are not a naturally occurring phenomenon. if these REI poseurs were really as rugged and outdoorsy as they would like to appear, they'd find an agave plant, distill their own tequila, pick limes, refine sugar, and hammer chunks off a glacier if they wanted a margarita, with a side trip to the Bonneville flats for those who like salt with their tequila. honestly!
at the very least, they could drink their margaritas on the rocks like nature intended.