Joy, Pain, and Bodily Functions

Being a hairdresser has many rewards, but I have to say if you aren't aware of your posture while working, it can lead to many bodily aches and pains. It was this poor posture that I believe eventually led me to throwing out my back a few weeks ago. I had had a growing ache in my lower back, but this was bad. What finally threw it was just after a long run, all the pounding on the pavement was just too much pressure. Funny though, I had felt good, I didn't see it coming... Then "ouch" turned into "help me!" ... I was partially paralyzed, trembling and sweating in pain. I couldn't stand up, I couldn't sit down. I could only crawl. I missed lots of work. I hung out for three/four days with no shower, hanging on the sofa in my t-shirt and underwear. I couldn't even pee by myself. Martyn had to lift and lower me onto the toilet by my underarms. Heh, funny story involved actually...

Sitting down onto the toilet was painful enough due to the fact that the center of my pain was in my sacrum area, but laughing was the worst. Thank god I didn't sneeze or cough because that would have been torture. I had been holding my pee for hours avoiding the peeing process and couldn't hold it anymore, so Martyn begins to drag me to the bathroom, once there, I assume position and cling to the sink as he poises himself to lower me by my armpits onto the toilet (... what a guy...). As he is lowering me down he begins to fart. Like, machine gun fart. There I am, lowering in pain, laughing in pain; lower - pain, laugh - pain, lower - pain, laugh - pain, a combination so confusing it's enough to make you cry. But no, I didn't cry (much). I wet myself right there. Just let it go. My only choice really, I came there to pee, and pee I did. The following dealings with wet knickers and being "stuck" on the toilet is whole 'nother event, use your imagination...

Hangovers, Part One

Martyn and I spent the evening last night in search of one of the best beverages known to man (or us, rather); the classic margarita. Oh, Rita.. so sour, so sweet, with your salted rims blended so frothy, or so chilly on ice, why do you vary so much?

No, it's true, not all margies are created equal, but all are made to personal taste. Is it too much to ask though to ease up on the corn syrup-aided sweet and sour mix, and sweeten thyself with a little natural citrus instead? After all, Tums aren't always on hand.

Point is here that this search for good margaritas has had many rewards, some of which include the enjoyment of tasty salsas, deep drunken conversations, and fantastic spur of the moment 'pants-off-dace-offs.' However, in excess, margaritas can obviously lead to some of the worst hangovers. Which is what I am experiencing today. Blagh. This won't be the last I see of this type of hangover, oh no. The margarita journey has just begin.

In all this, we are beginning to discover where in LA to get some really good margies. I will start my reviewing just the most recent.

After Martyn's long tattoo session with Charlie at Spotlight Tattoo, we were anxious to celebrate new skin accessories so we headed out to Silverlake (for the record, my hometown). In addition to stopping in at El Chavo for a beer, and following a pit stop at the Dresden, it was Malo that supplied the margaritas. Good stuff to be had here. Goes down smooth, and wicked strong. I'm only and expert in the sense that I've had my fair share of margies, so in comparison to my experiences I give them a 7.5 out of 10. Price isn't bad, hipster environment where you can see all the cool kids look at each other, and sometimes even room at the bar. The margies could have gotten an 8, but they are a bit on the small side, and I like my drink to last.