Work Hard, Play Hard

I've always loved that phrase..."Work hard, play hard." It makes me think that if you do that, you are living hard, taking on life whole-heartedly, going full-steam ahead. Not sure that's what I am doing, but I certainly had a week like that. Seven straight days of work, and then today was my first day off. One of my partners in crime, Kristin (code name: Kissy-fur) willingly aided and abetted in the play aspect of my week, and so today we ventured down to Orange County.

Highlights of our (mis)adventures included:

• Shopping at a discount mattress store, where we discussed the merits and drawbacks of sleigh beds. (Advantage? Very dignified. Disadvantage: very difficult to perform acts of sexual bondage without bedposts. Major disadvantage, but as I pointed out, one can circumvent this by using the specially-made restraints that run under the mattress. I'm not speaking from experience, people! I had friends in Bloomington that used 'em. REALLY. I actually am telling the truth here.)
• Eating lobster taquitos as we watched sailboats fly past on Newport Harbor
• Watching the sun set over the Pacific (well, actually, over Long Beach), and then watching several pods of porpoises gamboling through the waters)
• Visiting Madame Cleo a palm reader and listening to her inform me that I would change careers, be stuck in California a long time, have twins and a Cesarian, and be fulfilled by a very strong marriage to a tall, light-haired man
• Eating funnel cakes, and contemplating our future heart attacks

Now Kissy-fur and I are back in Corona; she's finishing some work, I'm tapping away on her laptop, we're both nursing a bottle of pinot grigio and listening to Dido in the background. It's not a bad end to the day. I worked hard all week, I played hard all day, and I am going to sleep hard tonight. Not in a sleigh bed, alas. :)