yesterday i called jason, bored out of my skull. there is only so much reading and tanning one girl can handle. he hemed and hawed for a bit and eventually was all, “let’s go to angel island tomorrow!” to be frank, i was startled by this idea. i mean, it was so sudden and unplanned. but i got behind it once i did some internet research. all i need is a plan, dude, and i am good to go. and to be fair, the impetus for this plan WAS gay porn that jason read about a guy “discovering” angel island. a euphemism for his partner’s butt-hole? i’m not saying. anyway, how can gay porn not predate the most brilliant of plans? i’m just saying.
i went over to my mom’s house to get my backpack and tennis shoes and told her about the crazy plan jason and i were undertaking to hike 5 miles around the perimeter of angel island for 4 hours and have a picnic. her response was immediate and envious. she’d never been to angel island. even i’ve been there–with nuala’s work once on a staff appreciation trip where she got to bring a friend on the chartered yacht. so i invited her to come too. thus it ended up being jason, my mom, and i rising at a godawful early hour of the morning and taking a ferry over to angel island and proceeding to hike around that mo-fo. i have blisters, a sunburn, and a happy smile because i have now conquered angel island and never again have to return. suck it isla de los angeles.
Oooh, I’m jealous too. We were supposed to have an office “off-site” trip to angel island two weeks ago, but I work with a bunch of pansies who won’t go anywhere they can’t drive. Well, at least one of them, anyway, which was enough to cancel the trip.