Recollecting the past week like flowers that have scattered on the floor and need to be put into a vase and admired on the altar of my memories.
Monday night we flew out of Tokyo and arrived on Monday afternoon into LAX. Commence Twilight Zone time space continuum weirdness. “We” was myself, my girl Kelly, Andrew, his flatmate Adair and Keisuke. Beers in the airport while the other passengers are waiting in line to board. Back in the nosebleed section of the plane and feeling a bit green but fortunately no serious mishaps. Arrive into LAX and my cowgirl boots are twitching with excitement but my feet just want to get into some hot spunky sandals. Finally some warm weather!
My friend Diana comes to pick me up from the airport and we hang out at her place for the next few days in Redondo Beach. Cable and Chinese takeout. America. Fuk yeh. I take her roadster bicycle out for a spin and get a much needed pummeling at the Thai massage place down the road. Then its on to Manhattan Beach and some communing with the ocean. Tickling the starfish in the aquarium. People watching. Hearing that Gotye song on the radio at least twice in the same hour. Smiling that a fellow Melburnian has made it to the top. Food glorious food. Top shop cupcakes from Sprinkles. Lady in Red Velvet. Listening to Dirty Hair on the beach and remembering the last time I was here.
That night Diana and I meet up with Dalynna and go for dinner at Ihop. Crazy pancakes for dinner. Carb heaven. Tempting a coronary. Chatting and laughs. Diana drives me to Culver City where I meet Leila at the Open Mic session there at Industry Jazz Cafe. People taking the stage and their words become flesh in my ears. Fears and struggles. Keep on climbing. Leila’s poem is all about the moment. Now. No wait for it… its Now….. and again it’s Now.
Attempt to get some crowd participation with my acapella song Make it or Fake it. Be a survivor or be a victim. Poetry to soothe a tortured soul. Lots of poets in pain. Its a catharsis after all but Leila and I want to talk and we keep getting dirty looks so we make a break for it back to Manhattan Beach to talk about our dreams.
Sitting on the lifesaver lookout with a beercan in a paper bag and watching the sea crashing onto the pier. So many projects on the go. How to complete them all? All at once or at different times? The Art of Creativity and when and how long to engage in it. Prince is colouring my ipod and his song springs to mind:
Money don’t matter tonight. Sure didn’t matter yesterday. That’s when you realise you’re better off making sure your soul’s alright. We drive back to Diana’s and make plans to get together the following night.
Wednesday. Sleep in til noon! Take my leftover pancakes and a cup of tea into Diana’s beautiful Moroccan style courtyard.
Soak up the SoCal sun until my feet start getting itchy to move on. Bright red poppy has just bloomed.
Am also now in possession of some spunky gypsy sandals too. Pack up my stuff and catch the bus into Venice Beach. Yes. Public transport in LA is absolutely Mission Possible.I was very impressed actually with the ease of it. Don’t believe the hype.
Get to Santa Monica Pier and fantasise I’m in that saucy TV show “Californication.” Hank Moody in his black Porsche drives by… I call my friend Seth who lives nearby and he and his lovely lady Ashley come to pick me up.We make an instant connection. Then its off to the Venice Beach Strip for Jody Perrone’s hot dogs with mole´ sauce and wetake it down to the shoreline. Talking about spirit guides. She picks mine straight off. We venture back to their place for some beers. There we meet the landlord Bernard and he brings out some potions he’d concocted. Apothecary oils. Potent and grounding I’m anointed and blessed. It is the Spring Equinox and the moon is at first quarter. Ashley gives me an angel card reading and they speak to me of great things. They said I should ask them to help me more. I don’t need to think I’m on my own. Sure enough they were listening throughout my trip, even when it was for little requests like help from the “car parking fairy” – in fact she was very busy helping us! Unlike Tokyo, cars are inherent to the culture in California. Love being able to sing to the radio at the top of your lungs in them.
Seth and Ashley then drive me to where I’m meeting up with Diana, Dalynna and Leilaat a Mexican place that my FB friend recommended. It was a bit of a messy sitch as the place was too small to hold us all and there across the road was the “Gratitude Cafe” which Ashley was just swooning over. The decision was then made for us to get a table at the cafe in question. Cue a request to the “table fairy”. After a little wait we got a great spot and proceeded to have a wonderful evening sharing our stories, playing charades, toasting to what we care about and celebrating the Equinox. The food was super healthy and had names like “I AM ELATED” or “I AM JOY” the sangria was “I AM VIVID”… which indeed it was!
That night Leila drives us back to her place in North Hollywood where we and we continue our existential conversation in her courtyard. The next morning I force myself to wake up at 7am despite not sleeping until 3am. We go to her local yoga studio for some serious body and mind stretching. It was exactly what my over-stimulated body needs and I feel positively high afterwards! We cook up a yummy omelette for breakfast and then she takes me over to LACMA for the Stanley Kubrick exhibition.
Kubrick. Meistermind. I have seen “Clockwork Orange”, “A Space Odyssey”, “Dr Strangelove” and “Eyes Wide Shut” and have such a respect and fascination for his work. Tomi had suggested I go and see it. I was glad for the tip! It covered every movie he’d done and had the real props from several movies. The creepiest thing was seeing the dresses the twins from “The Shining” wore and noticing though one dress had been cleaned, “bloodstains” could still be seen, albeit faded. Nuts. Also amazing was how many lenses he used. Such different perspectives. The director’s gaze. There were two that were particularly interesting. The huge bulbous eye lens he used for HAL in “Space Odyssey” – the Nikor 8mm fisheye, and the Zeiss he used for “Barry Lyndon” the one purportedly loaned from NASA. One might question how he managed to procure such an expensive and rare lens. I’ll let you the reader do your own conspiracy theory research 😉
I then take the most excellent public transport to Union Station where I board the train to San Diego. A pleasant ride along the coast. White wine and chatting with a older couple about their son and the band in which he plays vibes. Get to San Diego and take a taxi to Ocean Beach to the hostel there. Check in and meet some lovely girls from Austria who I’m sharing a room with. I love me a gypsy life. Screw hotels. Decide to go hunting for some food and venture out. Find myself outside a smoke shop which had just closed but there’s a cool dude hanging outside the front waiting for his friend inside to close up. He introduces himself as Ryan and we hit it off. His friend Tiffany then joins us and we discover we’ve all been to Maui so we wind up chatting away like old friends. We head to the beach. It’s colder than the LA beaches I went to, wilder. Mexico and the mysterious South Americas lie beyond. At the beach there are hobos and a cajon drummer and a guy with a didgeridoo. Tiffany and Ryan and I hang out for a time and then end up heading back to chill at Tiffany’s house. She lives with six girls in a great big beautiful house with a tree in the backyard covered in fairy lights. We share our stories into the wee small hours, and before we know it dawn has arrived.
Morning tea in the backyard with the fruit trees and the airplanes tearing up the sky as they fly into the airport scarily low to the ground.Later in the day Tiffany goes to work and we say goodbye. We give each other a hug and I give her my CD. Its a bittersweet parting but I feel like we have recognised each other as soul sisters. Ryan and I then go for a walk along the main drag and into a cool, subversive book shop called “Black”. Could’ve spent hours in there. We then get an Italian soda and head to the beach where its a warm afternoon.
Walking under the pier and around the cliffs. Then we walk back to the car and see a whole bunch of cool sidewalk stencils. Mayan symbols. Chakra mandalas. graffiti on the path saying “you are beautiful”. Hippies and freaks and kids fighting in the streets. Tough turf.
San Diego is THE Border Town. It carries an energy unlike any I’ve felt before. There’s a desperation to be free and to be a community, and yet there’s an overshadowing feeling of restriction and control. Ryan and I drive to the cliffs as the sun begins to set. We climb down to the beach and on the side of the cliffs, in amongst all the seaweed and the swarms of flies there are these discolourations in the rocks. They feel like portals. Not necessarily good ones. But there, at the ridge there is a small enclave that feels like a place of power. We recognise it in a different light. For this place is where North and South meet. People seeking the “American Dream” and freedom. Truth is, “Americans” aren’t exclusively from the US. The entire continent carries within it the “American Dream”… Ryan tells me to watch for the green flash as the sun disappears below the horizon. To my eyes it looks like a pyramid. Ryan drives me to my hotel in the city and we say our goodbyes. Another bitterweet parting. Like somebody I used to know…
Collecting myself for the next installment of my adventure I walk into a place called “Dick’s Last Resort”. There’s a very cool band playing some gritty rock covers on stage. Punters are wearing crazy paper hats with crude allusions on them. There are screwed up balls of paper on the floor. Feels like a mad saloon. Or a demented kindergarten for overgrown children. My glamorpuss Stacy’s bachelorette party.We dance and drink margeritas and dally with the bitchy waitresses. Stacy gets up to sing “Hit Me with your Best Shot” with the band and I get up there with her to help with the lyrics and fire up her rockbitch. So fun. Later we head to another bar/dance house that’s playing some pretty gritty hip hop R&B. Its not really my cup of tea but somehow I can’t help but get into it. Takes me back to my younger, sluttier days haha. We go back to the hotel where we meet up with the guys and Andy, our fellow roomie and friend from Tokyo who has since relocated to the US. Madness ensues in the hotel room, pillow fights and more beats and beers.
The next day Andrew, Kelly and I head to the Zoo to meet the animals. The haze lifted and the sun came out and some of the animals were indeed getting “in the mood” The giraffes were particularly frisky and I also noticed the rattlesnakes having a cuddle in the noonday sun. I thought the elephants needed to have music they could program themselves on a huge iPod. We sang to the hippopotamus and the lion and the zebra all the kids songs we know from our job at World Family. The tiger wasn’t in the mood to see visitors but we met a man who was a big fan and he showed us some of the photos he’d taken. What a gorgeous beast. Amazing day.
Later that day we go to Old Town for some Mexican food at the Coyote Cafe. Needless to say it was incredible. We went for a stroll around and looked in on the shops selling Mexican day of the dead skulls and what-not and just enjoyed the scenery.
That night we shmooze with Stacy and Colin’s friends and family and cuddle their gorgeous boy Chase who is about 8 months old. It’s a great bunch of people and sure enough some of us decide to go out for a final night on the town. We end up going back to the same bar as the previous night to get down with the grinding bodies on the dancefloor. Fun.
The next day was the big day. The reason we all came! Stacy and Colin’s wedding.
The day broke clear and fine and it was as though the angels were smiling on all of us. I had my new blue dress to wear and I was feeling great despite polishing off three margeritas the night before. Leila and Mishaal rocked up after having driven all the way from LA and we proceed to make ourselves look shmick. All six of us, Kelly, Andy, Mishaal, Andrew and myself then pile into Leila’s volkswagon and head off to Balboa Park where the wedding is to be held at the Japanese Friendship Garden.
The wedding is outdoors and we all gather to witness the ceremony that is overseen by Stacy’s stepfather Quin, who is also a minister. It’s a beautiful ceremony with Stacy singing to Colin at one point and their son Chase is baptised too. Everyone is elated and there’s a palpable joy all around. Stacy put so much effort into the aesthetics of the day too. The Japanese theme was evident, with her bridesmaids wearing gorgeous bright orange kimono obi as stoles and her flower girls done up in full kimonos with makeup and parasols. Afterwards the guests move over to another courtyard where there is a large barrel of sake waiting. Cue my role as MC to introduce the ritual of “kagamibiraki” or the breaking of the sake barrel for good luck. Stacy and Colin break it open with a mallet and then everyone is given an ochoko or square wooden cup to drink from with a pinch of salt on the side for good luck. Once everyone had been served we all toast with a resounding “KAMPAI” and drink to the new couple.
Dinner is then served and the Tokyo table is in full swing. We are most certainly the rowdiest! The night’s celebrations consisted of dancing and karaoke and kinky dressup photos. I got to catchup with my dear ex-Tokyo friend Kai and her husband and baby girl Seara too which was great. So many paths converged for this occasion and it felt wonderful to be in the midst of it all.
Alas all good things come to an end but not before giving the bride and groom our love and stealing as many half empty bottles of wine from the bar! We drive to the beach out by the Coronado hotel where Marilyn Monroe filmed “Some Like it Hot”. The moon was filling up to full and we, the volkswagon crew, frolicked upto our shins in the surf which was freezing but exhilarating.
We somehow get back to the hotel room and the shenanigans continue until the wee small hours… that is, until we all pass out from utter exhaustion!
The next day is departure day and with some sadness, but mostly happiness, Kelly, Andy, Andrew and myself pack up and drive back to LA. We drop Andy off somewhere in the suburbs – he did live to tell the tale – then we check in at LAX, have one more burrito at the airport and then we’re off. The trip home was long but the captain made the most perfect takeoff and landing I’ve ever felt. Back in Tokyo the cherry blossoms are shivering in the cold and the jet lag is looming, but what an amazing adventure!