Really real and finally here

A long weekend and all of a sudden it feels like summer, that light, smiley, that quick.  Amazing what 70 degrees will do.

Friday night we danced at two different places in Laguna.  Mike knew everyone at the first place making it even more surreal for me.  The djs were good and different enough for me than club dancing in OC.  From the sounds of it dancing's not a common way to spend a night for Mike or his friends but without doubt they had a good time.  I know I did, I got to drive my magic bus, always what I like.  I needed it, it was a long week one that saw my reality go from dark greens and shades of mist and moist to full technicolor, like on a 3-D screen.  We rode bikes around Newport yesterday after I laid on the beach for two hours eating an entire delicious cheesesteak and reading Vogue.  That's how unhippie I went.  Later, I drove us to Disneyland.  We saw G-Love and I laughed harder at Mike's friends than I have with any group of people since I left the hill.   It's nice to feel family, and I feel that in any home where there's a brother-heart with friends that dont care if I wear my pajamas all day long.

Saturday I will move in to a house in Huntington Beach.  Antique furnished room, desk.  Tiled bathroom hand-done by the owner's artist friend.  Best part, one mile from the beach.  The writing madness is up on me, in a way that I can feel run through my whole body like long spider hands, like some kind of haunt playing the nerves of my skin, like angel wings fluttering out code that I am meant to feel than make in to sound.  It is so good, to have that AND the beach all in one great round.

This is something that I've said I've wanted since the night I left Anngar Farm in 2008.  Go to the beach somewhere it's always warm.  Live on my own, write. Teach ESL.

I have my teaching interview on Tuesday.  It's hard for me to get used to the idea that this is real, that this is all really real and finally here.