My Summer Until Now Continued

Let’s see now. My mother picked me up in her small red sporty sedan and we got food from Willy Street Co-op, it’s the only place I really miss in Madison. I spent the rest of my time in Wisconsin cleaning her house and throwing away all the junk I left behind when I moved to California.  We did some growth based fighting and some heart to heart talking and I was back on a plane headed for San Diego.

When returned I alternated between sleeping and looking for a job.  After two weeks I was employed at a wonderful little coffee shop in North Park and a spa promotions com

pany.  I spent my early mornings attempting to remember customer’s names, and their regular drinks.  In the evening I went out with my roommate Sara and her boyfriend’s friends.  They were from Wisconsin and coincidentally went to UW Madison. They lived in Ocean Beach.  If Never Never Land were a real place, it would be Ocean Beach, San Diego.  It’s a 24-hour party everyday of the week.  One night I had a terrible toothache.  I decided a bottle of tequila would solve the problem.  The sales guy at the liquor store felt so bad for me he gave me a free lime with instructions on using salt and lime to clear out the infection.  I finished most of the bottle myself, partied all night and awoke to surf with my friend Spenser the next morning.  I wore my bra, a tank top and his board shorts. He wore his leather shoes and surf shorts.  We must of looked ridiculous, most likely still drunk attempting to catch a wave but it ranks as one of the best memories of my summer.

The bum tooth not only forced me to drink, it lead me to Tijuana and a wonderful dentist by the name of Gypsy Morena.  If you have ever seen the movie “Jacob’s Latter” she reminded me of the main characters chiropractor who also was his guardian angel.  She spoke very little English and I’m unable to speak or understand Spanish.  But with my good friend Cerissa’s help we negotiated prices.  I went to TJ a total of 3 times.  At the cautioning of my friends, the last time I went alone.  I think the best reality check in the world is to be poor.  Nothing seems like a big of a deal when your only choice for emergency dental care is to cross a border into a country where  you don’t speak the language and there is no guarantee anything will be ok.  It was like therapy for me.  I was a little freaked out at first but she did a great job.

 Cerissa and me at Dr. Morena's Office.