It’s no secret we normally hit the road in June. It coincides with the time that Randy’s free from his responsibilities as a teacher and has a birthday, and we have a wedding anniversary. Recent past years have included Sedona, and Sea Ranch; this year San Francisco proper got the nod.
We jammed as much as we could into four days: Beach Blanket Babylon, a Tony Party with the Ray of Light Theatre, the Disney Museum and the deYoung’s Summer of Love exhibit, a tourist swing through Fisherman’s Wharf and Coit Tower, and amazing food all over the place. The stay was anchored by the fabulous Tilden Hotel, which gave us the needed moments of rest and calm in addition to a place to leave our stuff. Embarrassed to say I never would have heard about it but for a blind bid on Priceline – now I can’t imagine returning to the city without looking for availability there first.
Of course, it didn’t hurt anything that midway through the trip we stopped at the Cathay House for sustenance and spiritual guidance and we blessed by our representative of the Ancient Order of Chinese Busboys and Cooks with these bits of wisdom:
Be alert for new opportunities [in bed] – pleasure or business [in bed].
You will soon be singled out for a promotion [in bed]. Congrats!
Divine Guidance Can Be Confusing
Last night the Ancient Chinese Order of Busboys and Frycooks blessed me with the following fortune:
You are a practical person with your feet on the ground [in bed].
With or without the ritual ending I’m really not sure what this means for my life. Fortunately though the husband’s guidance was a little more direct:
You will have a happy adventure soon [in bed].
Time to Celebrate
The Ancient Order of Chinese Frycooks and Busboys have asked us to remind everyone that today is the Holy Day to celebrate the holy words (and their tasty vessels) of Wontonism. Just remember that when reading the sacred texts the in bed is always assumed. Happy National Fortune Cookie Day!
Very disappointed in the Ancient Order of Chinese Frycooks and Busboys’ new house of worship in North Park, Wang’s. While the food and drinks were outstanding, the divine inspiration was seriously lacking, more similar to platitudes than prognostication.
My fortune was foretold as being:
Today is a good day for being with a companion [in bed]
Well, duh. Aren’t most days?
Others received at our table were even more boring (boringer?):
Your life will be peaceful and fulfilling [in bed]
Whether you choose love or fame, you’ll be able to handle either or both [in bed]
Maybe the fortunes are correct, and our lives are just destined to be mediocre and boring, but that’s certainly not the kind of divine guidance I tip well for.
Wontonism For The New Year
Seeking to recharge and renew after the marathon escrow document signing session this morning, we stopped off for lunch and spiritual guidance up in the O.C.
The Ancient Order didn’t fail on either count, with our Mystical Busboy delivering both a wonderful egg drop soup and the following prognostication for the Year of the Rabbit:
Your random act of kindness today will spread quickly to others [in bed].
After meeting with our real estate agent last night to sign some papers, Spinner and I reached out for some divine guidance and inspiration on our future. We read from the ancient texts, discussed the matter with our spiritual guide for the evening, and partook of the delivered victuals. Especially the exceptionally tasty potstickers.
Upon completion of the rituals, the night’s representative of the Wise and Ancient Order of Frycooks and Busboys delivered this bit of wisdom:
You will soon receive pleasant news of a personal nature [in bed].
I can live with this.
So far the busboys’ teachings have proven correct and the bannister slide into 2009 has been splinterless. Enjoyed the Rose Parade, had a great Penguin Plunge, and as soon as we finish loading the car we’re heading up to the Central Coast for a few days.
Sliding Into 2009
And thus it came to pass, as 2008 was being kicked to the door and 2009 was being welcomed into our lives, that the Ancient Order of Mystical Frycooks and Busboys did deliver eggrolls, shrimp, and divine wisdom. When asked to provide guidance and fortune for Chuckie, they advised that
As you slide down the bannister of life, may the splinters never point your way [in bed].
I will take this prognostication as favorable, and carry the Ancient Order’s message forth in my heart.
Pandas and Wontonism
Loved the matinee of Kung Fu Panda this morning almost as much as my lunchtime devotional reading from the local House of Wontonism.
There is excitement to be found wherever you go [in bed]
Been a big fan of pandas for years, even though I think the whole ‘endangered on the brink of extinction’ schtick is getting a little old. No, no brer zookeeper, no more forced breeding…and peel the next batch of bamboo shoots a little more carefully, please. Roughage is important to species recovery.
Jack Black and the folks at Dreamworks took it to the next level though. As a Samurai Jack fan I got all excited during the initial dream sequence, but that was nothing compared what I felt from the artistry of the main movie. NSFW at all. Even if there hadn’t been a good story and cool characters, I could’ve just drifted through the landscape panoramas for a few hours and still walked out of the theater satisfied. Life is about the snacks, with or without a secret ingredient.
Seeking divine guidance and nutrition from the Ancient Order of Chinese Busboys and Frycooks, my weekend planning is being influenced by this bit of wisdom:
Happiness is around the next corner, wealth down the street [in bed].
The ritual ending doesn’t seem to be helping with my enlightenment this evening, but if I understand the underlying message right, both happiness and wealth are someplace else.