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Hangover Cure

August 28, 2011


As Maureen McGovern famously sang (please click here) after the ship went down, a morning-after is inevitable. Today’s morning-after had nothing to do with sinking ships, Shelly Winters or hot pants, thankfully, but it did begin in Long Beach Saturday night. Garden designer/blogger, Dustin Gimbal (of non-secateur), hosted another garden blogger feast, this time al fresco. Present were fellow bloggers Denise of A Growing Obsession and Annette of Potted store’s blog (and the contest we’re still not bitter about losing), photographer/videographer, Mitchell Maher, and our spouses and others. Dustin’s menu included a deconstructed salade Niçoise, couscous and a chocolate-almond tart, all amazingly fresh and super delicious. And, yes, there was wine … lots and lots of wine, including champagne. Dining outdoors in Dustin’s cool Long Beach garden, with so many fascinating personalities, was just the refreshing end I needed to a hot, trying day (photos of the party at Denise’s blog here) … What does this have to do with the Rancho’s doing-their-best-to-look-contrite chihuahuas, Frito and Inky? Well, let’s just say I had a headache today upon rising at 6:30 a.m. … and, although I did get up and water most of the plants this morning and walk from downtown after getting coffee in the blazing heat, I was really hoping not to do anything too taxing or stressful. Paul had the final day of a conference to attend, so in his absence I figured I’d read some mags, maybe watch a Bridezillas episdoe or four, and nap. Didn’t happen. ;(


Arriving home, headachy, with coffee in hand, I was met with eerie silence: no poochies inside the house. Checked the backyard where they can often be seen tag-teaming hapless lizard young … nothing. Looked into garage and laundry room: nada! Walking onto the deck I see the gate was left open … they’re out … in the heat, somewhere. My first instinct is to go in and have a lie-down, to wait for the knock from the good samaritan who’s carried them home. But, I can’t. My head, which has now begun to pound, tells me I’ve got to search for them. Back into the dizzying heat, and I’m calling them by their most-current, most-embarrassing nicknames (FreedyFreedy! Schminkus!) … finally, somewhere in the distance, I can faintly hear their insane-making call-and-response tandem barking … but where are they, exactly? I keep calling and they keep barking … almost an hour passes and I think I’ve pinpointed their location: they’re inside the UCR water conservation facility next door … suddenly the barking stops. I stop. I’m wondering how I can get into the facility, which is chain-locked at every gate. Could I actually climb the 8-foot tall chain link in my current party-depleted state? Would the facility’s weekend staff accept my presence  as a concerned chihuahua parent? Has the barking stopped because of the lanky coyotes I’ve seen slinking around the area? Just as I’m about to daydream myself into a heatstroke, there they are. Just inside the gate looking up at me with their tongues lolling. I bend down and they slide breezily through the slats into my grasp and give me a look that says, “We’d like to go home now.”  Carrying them down the block I mildly chastise them; I can’t let them know how happy I am to see them just yet. They pant noisily. Inside the house again, they lap up water like it’s perfectly chilled Veuve Clicquot … and I understand their satisfaction. Adventure finished, and thirst slaked, they run outside, one trailing the other. They’ve picked up a fresh lizard trail … and I notice my headache’s gone.

8 Comments leave one →
  1. August 28, 2011 11:16 pm

    That’s a hangover cure that can’t be bottled. (I politely decline to click on that McGovern song…) So nice to see you and Paul again.

    • reubix1 permalink*
      August 28, 2011 11:18 pm

      Thanks, Denise, we had a great time, as you can tell… and I loved your post!

  2. August 29, 2011 2:53 am

    A wide open gate…not a thing any dog owner likes to see. So glad the ending was good and so glad to meet you and Paul last night. I’m imagining many drunk nights in our future.

    • reubix1 permalink*
      August 29, 2011 2:54 am

      It was so much fun and we both enjoyed meeting you and Gustavo as well… now if only I could get over to the store! I have a feeling the next time we meet costumes will be involved … ; )

  3. Britney Judge permalink
    August 30, 2011 12:08 pm

    You’re such a good parent. I don’t know if I would have had it in me to continue as you did with such a hangover, and in the heat to boot. Bravo.

    • reubix1 permalink*
      August 30, 2011 12:32 pm

      Thanks, Freedy and Schminkus say hi!

  4. Christina permalink
    September 16, 2011 3:19 am

    I, too, have found a massive migraine disappeared after an adventure in catching a stray pooch on busy Magnolia Ave. It’s an odd ocurrence; it must be the adrenaline. Anyhow, I’ve just discovered your blog and am enjoying past posts immensely! After receiving a huge box of bulbs as a gift, I was looking for some inspiration, I seem to have found some!

    • reubix1 permalink*
      September 16, 2011 3:31 am

      Hi, Christina, welcome … I’m glad you’re enjoying reading back … thanks for discovering RR!

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