This particular weekend I took the train to San Diego. Why the train? Well, it was a simple decision really, there was going to be an all you could drink brunch on Sunday, therefore I decided in order to get my money's worth, I should definitely take the train. I had this grandiose idea about the train as well, it seemed so European..... so you can imagine my surprise when we stopped in Anaheim. The day of an Angels game. There was nothing European about this moment. Just a bunch of sunburned wasted people piling into the snack car. Needless to say, I was in heaven, it exceeded my expectations, and I felt like I belonged.
My friend picked me up at union station downtown and was totally impressed with my suitcase for my overnighter. He knows me as the low, or rather, no maintenance person that I am, so for a moment I fooled him with my carry on for an overnighter. Before he had a chance to get too excited, I informed him I just grabbed it out of the trunk of my car, it was prepacked, because that is the way I roll. I did however add two bottles of wine to the bag, one was supposed to be enjoyed on the train, however I opted to buy the vodka sodas instead. For a couple of reasons, the most important being the "bartender" was reading the last installment of the Twilight series, so she immediately became my best friend. The other reasons had to do with running to the train station after work, and red wine not sounding very refreshing.
As the fates would have it, on this particular trip, I was reintroduced to something that I can't believe I haven't mentioned yet, the blow up mattress. Even when I had an actual place to live, I slept on a blow up mattress. An aero bed to be exact. I had every style too, from the twin to the full size make believe real bed. You know, the one that had extra layers to it, so it blew up as high as a regular bed, one would never know it was an air mattress. At least that is what I fooled myself into believing. I think anyone else who ever even walked past my room, could vouch that it was in fact an oversized blow up mattress, possibly something that could have saved Jack on the Titanic. Just saying.
As a connoisseur of air mattresses, let me just commend the folks who have worked on these throughout the years. I remember when I first started the blow up mattress life, there were no automatic pumps involved. Oh no, you had to blow that shit up yourself. To do so, there was a vacuum involved. Not just that, you had to reverse the functions of the vacuum to blow outward instead of sucking just to make your bed. Seriously, you almost had to have a degree in physics just to go to bed at night. Not to mention, after all that work, you would still wake up in the morning sunken into the mattress on the ground. What was supposed to be a comfortable, convenient, and easy way to sleep, was neither comfortable, convenient, nor easy.
The other amazing feature that has been added to the blow up mattress, is the velour covering over the plastic mattress. It just took someone about twenty years to realize air is cold. Plastic and air is even colder. Sleeping on plastic and air is the equivalent to what people must be talking about when they say "when hell freezes over". I slept with socks on my hands, and a hoodie tied so tight over my face there was only a hole for my mouth left. The velour covering was the holy grail of the blow up mattress world.
It occurred to me in this trip, that this just may be my next investment in my adventures, I mean there is nothing I enjoy more than cuddling up to my gay boys, but sometimes I think the freedom of having a whole mattress to myself may feel amazing. Plus you get that whole fetal sensation when the mattress loses a little air throughout the night, so you wake up in the morning, sunk to the ground in the middle, with the sides rolling up around you. Just the thought of it now is bringing a smile to my face.
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