I wrote my last post (A Whole New World For Me) about an hour ago, whilst sitting in a coffee shop here in the Southern California coastal town of Encinitas.
Now I am sitting at this juice place, in the nearby coastal town of Solana Beach:
I am waiting at Hippy Juice (no, wait: it’s Java Hut) for my wife to finish her hour-long appointment with her acupuncturist, whose office is two doors down. Even as I type this, Cat (wife) has foot-long needles sticking out all over her body.
Here’s what the inside of the juice place looks like:
I am sitting here (when I’m not standing in front of it taking a picture of it):
That drink on the table is my “Spirulina Sunrise” smoothie. It contains papayas, peaches, bananas, spirulina, royal jelly, apple juice and bee pollen.
My smoothie is making me itch like a madman. It’s making my lips itch. Maybe it’s the plebeian within me revolting against the royal jelly. Isn’t normal person jelly good enough?
Man, I itch. I wonder if it’s the spirulina? What is spirulina? It sounds like the name of evil female superhero.
Holy cow I am really itching.
It’s the bee pollen!!!
Duh. I have allergies.
And yet, I can’t stop drinking this evil smoothie. I love royal jelly, apparently.
Okay, I need to stop scratching my lips so furiously. I’m pursing them real tight, by way of more efficiently scratching them, but it’s working non-wonders for my public image.
It’s like I have fleas.
Well, look at this place. I probably do, now.
Outside it’s sunny; it’s beautiful; it’s perfectly warm; the ocean is half a block away—and yet somehow all I want to do is wheeze, squirm in my seat, and furiously scratch my lips.
If I’m not having the ultimate California moment, I’ve never had one.