Kev-lar

Monica and I met a lesbian in the New York Pizzeria in our neighborhood last week.*  Actually, Monica met her at the bar, and I showed up just in time to make sure the little chat steered clear of any hanky-panky talk.**  Somehow, the conversation turned to the ridiculously-fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants, five-week-long Eastern Europe trip on which we are scheduled to leave in exactly nine days.

The lesbian gushed about my and Monica’s “style of travel”.  She and her partner travel a lot, but it’s always meticulously planned, she claimed.  (Hmmm, I wonder if her partner’s hot.)  They’ve done package diving trips in Fiji and in Belize and in the Turks and Caicos and… (I wouldn’t mind seeing a bit of that action).  It would be so much fun to do something a little less structured. (A spontaneous orgy?)

This conversation got me thinking, not only about lesbianism, but also about our “style of travel.”  Our traveling style can only be described as follows: one or both of us get an idea of a trip and how we hope it will unfold, we prepare and pack quickly and somewhat haphazardly, and we leave with a vow to remain extremely flexible – call it Serendipitous Soujourning. 

My next couple of posts – if I actually get to them – will describe our successful sojourn to Waptus Lake in the Alpine Lakes Wilderness and the current preparations for our hopefully-serendipitous soujourn in Eastern Europe.

Stay tuned, loyal fan(s)!

*Sounds crass, but I had to begin this way.  The lesbian was very nice, and we even exchanged names.  I promptly forgot hers.  Anyway, I need to continue using the word “lesbian” to identify this woman because discerning her sexual orientation was such an odyssey.  The conversation went something like this:

“Well, I have a rental house down the street that I’m managing.  My partner and I used to live there.”

“Oh yeah?  Where do you live now?”

“I bought a condo in Eastlake.  My partner moved to LA for a while. It was a good career move.”

(I’m thinking, “For him? For her?”)

“What does your partner (he? she?) do?”

“Works in the entertainment industry.  You know…”

After five infuriating minutes, Monica finally pried a pronoun from the lesbian’s lips.

**This is facetious.  I, like any sane, young, libidinous man, would listen eagerly and dreamily if the conversation turned thus.