Postcard from the edge

Greetings from Lake Tahoe, where the water is blue and civilization is seemingly non-existent.

Although the lake is about 72 miles around, stretching into California and back to Nevada, I opted to stay in Incline Village and go through Tahoe State Park. The roads are winding and hanging from the sides of mountains, and I am driving a veritable school bus of a rental car, so staying on the road was plenty enough excitement for me today.

I came back to the hotel at 3 p.m. to find that none of the 14 restaurants open for dinner till 5 or 5:30 p.m. Yarr. I hadn’t eaten all day. In fact, I’d awakened with full intentions to go use the fitness room. I was all dressed for the gym but, alas, the coffee bar at the foot of my elevator bank thwarted that aspiration. I parked my ass with an Irish Creme flavored coffee and a cigarette, and trudged back upstairs.

Anyway, brilliant one here also didn’t think to hydrate herself for the mountain jaunt. Well, my idea of hydration was to get another Irish Cream coffee for the ride, so as I saw the elevation climbing to 6,000, 7,000 and 8,000 feet, my head got a bit spinny.

I did find a restaurant in the hotel that would serve me dinner after my big day and of course it was a clusterfuck. I sat at the counter, right in front of the cooks, and my order GOT LOST. Everyone else had their food and had paid their checks, but OH NO, not me.

I ordered pancakes and sausage. And apparently that was too much for them to handle.

Worse, when the server finally asked them to get on it already, they gave him THE WRONG ORDER. Not someone else’s, but they claimed the order sheet said one thing when clearly it said another. *bonk*

I just sat in my sauna in my bathroom for about 40 minutes, to burn off the delicious mud pie that served as the only thing that restaurant managed to get right.

I’ve officially done everything I WANTED to do on this trip — Jacuzzi, sauna, Tahoe — other than try the Italian restaurant downstairs. But I’ll live. Trust me.

So, now I have to do what I NEED to do, and that is finish the work I didn’t have the energy to achieve on Friday night.

And if I make enough progress, I can watch “Brothers and Sisters” from the hot tub. That is, if I don’t fall asleep first. …

One Lonely Response to Postcard from the edge

  1. kara :

    OMG that view is fantastic.