Not living in the here and now at all...

...in less than a week and a half, I’m gonna be on a yoga retreat on the Caribbean Coast of Mexico...sleeping in a thatched roof cabana on the beach, most likely barefoot all week...gettin’ very very mellow...in the very place where this blog was kinda conceived...though I didn’t realize it’d been conceived for some time after that...then, isn’t that how it usually goes with conception?...hmmm...seem to be getting into that weird birth imagery again...then, a couple of certifiable women left comments to the effect that it was okay the last time....less acceptable, perhaps, is the fact that the yoga retreat is my latest excuse for not living in the here and now but instead grumpily counting down the days until I’m gone...not as bad as killing for peace, but in the same rhetorical neighborhood...

...for the trip last year, got this cheesy cheap little travel alarm clock that, as it turned out, made considerably less noise than the waves and birds...so, having arrived late the night before, I wake up to see that I’ve already missed the first half of the morning meditation thing...and, having promptly thrown shorts and a t-shirt on and run over, I see that everybody else is there...lookin’ like totally serious yogis....the yoga retreat’s barely started, and I’m already blowing it...yeah, it took me a little while to get into that yoga retreat state of mind...

...at the end of the retreat, having hugged everybody and gotten all touchy-feely for the last time, I headed for the airport, where I was promptly asked if I’d give up my seat, enjoy a free night at the Cancun Hyatt, and fly out the next day....as it turned out, I didn’t think going back to Philly that day was the best idea, anyway...

...some time later, having downed a number of rather large margaritas, I found myself in a hot-tub behind a gigantic hotel...listening to Peter Tosh on my ipod and trying to explain the concept of a yoga retreat to these two dudes from LA with pot leaf necklaces and somewhat incongruous Mardi Gras beads...we gotta find ourselves some sluts, they said, throwing into stark relief just how far I’d come in a few short hours...later, back in Philly, my friend Kara said I bet right then, in another hot tub at another hotel in Cancun, there were two women saying 'we gotta find ourselves some assholes!’...and she could be right...