In the sleep hygiene class, Marta- who bragged about being awake every night for months shared that she and her husband had gone to Lake Tahoe for a week and that she slept like a baby. The teacher commented that often times the change of environment is conducive to sleep. The class was abuzz ( read: mildly hysterical) with numerous ideas about going away for a good nights sleep.
That weekend, Patsy the insomniac stockbroker from San Francisco, checked into the beautiful Anza Hotel in downtown San Jose. She arrived with her meditation tapes, iPod, sleeping pills, eye mask, Sleepy-bye Tea and lavender spray. She said the linens on the king- size bed were pure luxury; the air conditioner hummed quietly, an ambient noise and she slept from 11 PM to 7 AM without a hitch. She woke up refreshed and happy and couldn’t wait to do that again! A perfect night sleep had alluded her for years.
Patsy’s soon-to-be fiancé, George, lived in a beautiful condo in San Francisco on Nob Hill. Each evening he strapped on his elephantine CPAP machine and slept like a baby. The cacophony of street noises on Nob Hill kept Patsy awake – so, she rarely spent the night there. George got a little grumpy and threw small tantrum about where they were going to sleep each weekend. She has been so sleep deprived for so many years – her passion for sleep almost outweighed her interest in George. True. It had come to that.
The tantrum gave her a new perspective on old George; and the sublime good night’s sleep give her a new goal – to re-create the hotel suite – down to the most infinite detail. Sweet dreams.
The couple is taking a break. They agreed to speak in two weeks and decide to go forward or not.
Once Upon a time…
In 1848, San Francisco exploded – it went from a sleepy, little village to a boomtown, overnight.
Gold was discovered and men from all over the world came to San Francisco Bay and traversed to the famous gold mines to make their fortunes.
It was a rough and tumble, rowdy time.
Shopkeepers and rooming houses were making a killing and quickly building store, cafes, and hotels.
Far, far away, in a small cow-town called Stockton, a beautiful young women, Long Ng, heard the news of the overnight explosion and the thousands of men who were landing in San Francisco bay each week. An exquisite seamstress, and and entrepreneurial business woman, she bravely hired a buggy, paid the driver with clothes for his six children and set off for the City.
As legend has it, she noticed men arriving in lightweight pants, which were worn and torn in no time. She bought yards of cotton, sailcloth, denim…
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Romance? Fleeting or frightening?
Mike J. fell in love every week. Each week, he scrolled the pages of the online dating sites. He said It was a babe-buffet.
Look but don’t touch
Mike J. spent a month looking – before he garnered the courage to sign up and jump into the dating pool. Cleverly, he checked out men’s profiles to determine what women want. He asked his sister to help him with photographs and penning his profile. It took much longer than he thought. When it came to listing his interests and hobbies, Mike J came up empty. He watched television – a lot. He went to the gym a couple of times a month. He didn’t have hobbies.
His favorite time of the year was Halloween, and his forte was his creative pumpkin carving. He was famous in high school and set up shop. Each Halloween, he consistently had 50 orders at $10.00…
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What’s all the hoopla?
There is a movement afoot to dismiss the tricks and treats of this famous day, April First – aka April Fools Day. Say it isn’t so!
In San Francisco, people wait all year long to “dress up and kick up” their heels and laugh with /and at their compatriots… and parade downtown for the fun and famous St Stupid’s Day Parade.
First, there were the Boys in the Dorm. Zero.
Then, the Socially Awkward Boys at Google:
Madison tells the story of her friend, Zoe, coming to visit from Kansas City. Zoe was thrilled to be in California and couldn’t wait to party with “cool Silicon Valley guys.” Madison opined that was an oxymoron. She claimed the boys in The Valley were just like High School or big Private Party sex orgy jerks (see: Vanity Fair)
Zoe suggested having a party in the apartment Rec Room and to put up signs and balloons. Madison rolled her eyes and said that was “way too Mid West.” Not one to take “No” to party planning – Zoe was full steam ahead and placed Party Invites on various bulletin boards around the huge apartment complex and encouraged Madison to text all her friends. Let’s party!
Tomorrow: Party like it was 1950
The Way to a Man’s Heart is…
Krissey believes in breakfast. She calls it the most seductive meal of the day.
She heartily believes the way to man’s heart is through good wine, great food, and song and and not only can she both cook and sing (not concurrently -unless requested) she also has a wine cellar of some renown. Breakfast – the best meal of the day- is her strong suit.
She and Stanley had been dating for two years and she thought she had an almost-on- the-brink of a marriage proposal. They had spent a romantic weekend at Pebble Beach- enjoyed golf, wine-tasting, long walks on the beach, and something she calls a smoochathon. He showered her with compliments and agreed it was the most romantic weekend ever.
Krissey invited Stanley over for a special breakfast the next day. Over tall glasses of Champagne, Eggs Benedict and 24-hour prepped bacon, Stanley continued his romantic quips…
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