#and i poop about 4 hours sooner from coffee

[nohriantomatoes]

At least im becoming more familiar with my levels of GI distress.

Like at a certain point I became able to recognize the difference in how milk tears me up vs coffee, vs whatever the fuck food sickness Ive gotten bc the conditions at the restaurant werent good to me

My baby gut isnt happy but being able to recognize the feeling means Im not having an anxiety spiral of "oh god im gonna die, this is how life will be forever!!"

Or maybe today Im just better adjusted. Who knows.

[thesubtlegene-blog]

Recap of Reno

So lately, I’ve been working non-stop at both of my jobs and at home, I’m an apparent slob. I’m super excited for this past weekend because my sister was coming to visit me and I’m finally stoke about taking some time away from all the mess in my head. This is a recap of my glorious, short-lived weekend.

My sister flew into Oakland on Friday, although I left work early to pick her up, I still arrived late, thank you bay area traffic.

Running a little bit behind schedule (I’m a stiffer when it comes to planning at times), I’m a little stressed.  Picked her up, then looked for the rental car, drove around a loop or two to try to find the rental car place, lagged some more. (ANXIETY) Then I give up and finally ask her in my very frantic voice to look for it. My reason being that I know this airport like the back of my hand and I would know if there were something here if it were. Then we arrive at the car pick up place, only to learn that they have another branch located in a different area (by this time, we’re at least an hour behind schedule and I’m trying to keep composure together). Finally leased the car, only to find that it has a HUGE scratch alongside the driver’s side. Filed some paper work, lagged some more then finally leave the dang place. We then we split ways briefly because I had to run an errand before our trip. My mind ceased to remember that it was I who agreed to obtain the cooler. Went to my other job, picked up the cooler and Dude. I. Cannot. Stress. How. Fucken. Badass. This. Motherfucken. Cooler. Is.

#YetiCoolerForLife

Parked my car, sister bought some alcohol and food for the trip and we readily leave to Nevada for our trip to the Reggae festival. The drive there seemed pretty quick, thanks to the beautiful night sky and my awesome “Amy and Denise’s Epic playlist.” Minus the face the time it died in the mountains due to lack of reception. Anyways. The night sky in the mountains are the most beautiful I’ve seen.

Side note: I should definitely plan more trips to the mountains.

We arrive. I carry all my shit (40 pound pack, Work backpack, Duffel bag full of comfortable adventure shoes, and my newly purchased Hopper Two 20 Yeti Cooler Bag.

(Did I mention this cooler is fucken legit?)

We left our beer, liquor, sodas, waters and snacks in this bag, filled it with ice on the first night and 2 days later, the ice was still in tact. My beer was still cold and we only did one ice run.   #BestInvestmentEver

Anyways. We arrived around 2AM Saturday morning. The day of the #budandbrew festival and slept for 6ish hours.

Woke up, got ready.

Got my fucken period. What a shit show start.

Anyways. I’m thinking to myself that fuck that shit, I’m still going to have a blast. 2 hours passed. Got my drinks flowing, my sister and I are catching up, talking shit and having deep conversations about ourselves, our futures, and family and I’m thinking to myself God, I missed this. We told ourselves we were going to leave after our 4th drinks, and this bitch is hella extra. She decides that we should open a beer and take another shot.

We arrive an hour and a half later than we should, but fuck it, we’re feeling great. When in good company, you feel good, you are good and the universe fucken hears it, and sends great fucken vibes back to you. Our uber driver had fucken snacks in her car, was so fucken cool about everything and seriously made us so comfortable and cool. I’m digging this vibe entirely. We arrive at a marked location. Reggaes playing. The check-in is super quick, even though there’s security and a fucken line.

Shit.

Even security was cool af. Got some extra tickets for some beer  (we will sooner regret how great we are), got to our VIP section, sat and enjoyed the atmosphere. Then I saw ducks and dogs and completely lost it.

And yes

I am seriously that weirdo that wants to pet every animal she sees.

So I feed the ducks and they swarm me. Some start attacking each other. I agree that it’s best to stop. This whole time I’m deliberately throwing all my efforts into petting a duck, my sister then decides to smoked a cig that I didn’t approve of (I am quitting). After that, we went back to our seats. Started to jam with the music and there’s this guitarist who’s playing his guitar on the back of his head. For your information, this dude soiled through his armpits and it was visibly seen. Anyways, Tribal Theory comes on, the band we’ve been wanting to see. They raided great energy, and suddenly, the beers and shots are coming to me, my bladder urges to be released.  Fled quicker than a fox, thought something else needed to be excreted, it didn’t. Traveling, as much as I love, always throws off my bowel schedule. Anyways, my sister later sends me this creepy video of me wandering to the restroom from a distance.

seriously, what a creep.

Might I add that the game plan was to have us share 1 drink to keep the vibe up and going, to not be so tipsy, to still have some self control and dignity. And yet that is not what occurred. My sister and I were rotating on getting drinks. I first went, came back with one. And then this heifer goes and came back with 4. Next my memory seems pretty fuzzy, but this is what I recall: the bass player came out hella energetic and I’m totally digging their energy. Then “My Roots” came on, and I seriously let loose. I stood up and started dancing like a weirdo, but fuck it, I’m having fun. A majority of the time, my annoying sister is recording this shit on her snapchat. But I thank her later for it, because it meant I could see what I was experiencing and doing. My behavior was not all that bad. #noregrets (Off the record: except when I went to the restroom trying to poop).

Anyways. We go to the restrooms. And my sister meets the lead singer and guitarist from Tribal Theory. They recognize her from the audience and wanted to see what’s up. After I come out, super embarrassed by the way, I meet the guitarist Peter and we discuss his new tattoos. At this point, I’m super plastered, but I remember to wash my hands and mind my manners. He tells us of the after party, then we part ways.  My sister and I begin to wander around and explore. There is this river or aqueduct a couple feet away from us and we see people practicing body and paddle boarding. We’re super amazed. Mostly because it’s winter and these people are doing this openly by a park. This brings back pleasant memories of ours; especially that one summer back in high school when almost everyday we spent body boarding at the beach with our other siblings, friends and anyone who really wanted to come. I remember actually tanning and not burning like the pale vampire I am today.

We climb down the rocky exterior to get a better look. I sit down, but somehow my sister decides to join in?!  Suddenly, this lady is 3 feet deep in water with a scraped knee, and all we can do is laugh at what just happened. I then decided that it was best to help her out. Might I add the fact that we’re completely zonked out and we almost didn’t make it to the top. This whole time, this older and very attentive gentleman is watching us but cheering us along the way, I believe he said “you can do it!” but then again, I drank heavily and my judgment is heavily disoriented. The last band seems to be learning Latin by an old school governess or whatever and my sister and I decide that it’s time the grandmas go home and knit. We call an uber, head back to our room and just “chill” aka “NAP-TIME!”

I wake up to her throwing up, which is what I can only describe as “If-you-were-giving-birth-to-over-sized-dragons-through-your-mouth” magic. She assures me she’s all right, and I fall right back to sleep. We missed the after party, which is a bit of a disappointment, but overall I believe it was the best decision for the night. The next day, we meet up with cousin Nate, who is all about good vibes and catching up. We talked over coffee, soon decide that it’s best to head out early and said our goodbye’s to Reno. As we were driving, there was this gorgeous lake and we could not help but stopped by spontaneously. Saw this incredible landscape that mother nature created with Donner Lake and I could not help but to think about the recent events of how simply amazing and terrifying Mother Nature could really be (Hurricane Irma, Hurricane Maria, and the 5ish Earthquakes in the bay area that week). We meditate, take some pictures for the gram and book and soon head out. The landscape is ever-changing but still very eye-catching and pleasing. Traffic begins building up therefore we decide to take a different, much longer route. Drove through the pleasant small town of Dixon and then decide to head to San Francisco. We make it to one of my favorite spots ever which will be protected and assume the alias of “Mystery Spot XXX,” cracked open a beer, listened to my epic playlist and just enjoyed each other’s company. Retook some pictures of old throwback’s (side note: we should definitely do this time to time to see the changes every year). Ate some pho at Kevin’s Noodle House afterwards, got some honey boba at T-Pumps, and we left back to Berkeley. Showed her my other secret spot aka “Mastery Spot YYY” to enjoy the beautiful views of the bay, and we left to drop off boba to my partner in crime. Then lagged some more, picked up my car, lagged to return it because we, tired fools, forgot to get gas. Arrived home super exhausted and carrying everything. Played with my little munchkin godson, took a shower and slept. Top notch weekend with great company. <3 Love you sis. Thanks for making the trip.

Will attached fond memories. :)