I am a very lucky girl/boy (see post Come On, Man!) for many reasons, but a biggie reason is my fantastical friends. Two of my bestest girly friends, Jae and Kristin, thought it would be fun celebrating my gender confusion/double DNA with a Dudes’ Day Out. Who the f am I to say no to that?
Off we went for a crayscrumptious morning meal at Eat Chow, in Newport Beach, CA. When what to our wondering eyes should appear, but an entire menu section entitled Breakfast Beer! Why not start Dudes’ Day off right with a stout? We were committed to do this thing, so there was no other option. Our hands were tied. We had absolutely no way out. We were dudes for the day.
After stuffing ourselves, male style, with some burly eggs and brew, we bounced and motored to the “Testosterone Center” in Fountain Valley, home to Orange County’s largest reptile store, keepers of alligators, anacondas, rattlesnakes, tarantulas, scorpions, water dragons, skinks, venomous gila monsters, crocodile monitors, pythons, velociraptors (just checking to see if you’re paying attention) and cobras. You’ll also find Turner’s Outdoorsman store there, specializing in handguns, shotguns, rifles, ammo, knives, crossbows, rods, reels and camo sh*t. SO in our element.
Our target stop in Testo Center was Orange County Archery, where we planned to master these deadly medieval weapons. Katniss Everdeen, but badasser. We complained to the management that the lame paper targets were for pussies. We wanted live game. Something to get ya jacked up, like a vicious grizzly. Everything was going swellingly ~ we were owning the actual dudes in the class.
Then, just like a guy, my concentration took a left turn and I zapped my arm with the bow string. Bad. Real bad. Hurt like a mo fo. A very unladylike word came out of my mouth, which was apropos on Dudes’ Day Out. I got a gnarly, boy-like bruise. Despite the near fatal injury, we had a dank time and decided to continue the festivities on the Newport Peninsula.
Jae, Krissy and I hit a few packed bars, most notably, Mutt Lynch’s, where we shoved some dudes out of our way, bellied up, ordered three drafts and carved our initials in the bar.
We blew into a couple more bars, crashing a random chick’s birthday party on The Blue Beet’s roof deck, then finished off Dudes’ Day Out by jay walking (had to break a law – we were dudes for the day) across Newport Blvd. to The Crab Cooker for some chowder. There was a line for the ladies’ room, so I helped myself to the men’s room. I identify with that, and it seems to be in fashion these days!
In other news, Todd and I took a quick trip to the Windy City to attend the Bone Marrow Transplant Survivors’ Symposium.
Our timing was perfecto, as our extra day was spent watching the Cubbies beat the Brewers, thanks to a grand slam, then later attending the NFL Draft 🙂 The symposium was a great event, offering workshops on various subjects related to life after transplant. Some of the country’s top docs in the field lead the discussions. I attended talks on Graft vs. Host Disease of the Skin, Graft vs. Host Disease of the Eyes, Art Therapy, Yoga and Meditation Therapy, and general Living Post Transplant. I have to be honest, I think I was in the best health of all 300+ attendees.
Everyone I met had some pretty serious issues. It solidified my belief that I’m a very, very lucky double DNA, girl/boy, gender confused chimera (look it up)! We were all assigned to a small discussion group of about 10 patients, where I met the other 3 (at the entire symposium) that had battled aplastic anemia and some other cool patient peeps. I really connected with Andrea, a young aplastic anemia warrior who was a recent transplantee. She rocks! I felt kinda guilty when we went around the circle telling of our woes. MWAW – My Woes Are Wee.