Posts tagged love
Dateline: By now, from reading Overheard, Pt.1, Pt.2., you know I’m working away at the Professional Bull Riders Rock Bar. I’m on a barstool slugging back coffee and tapping my laptop, surrounded by partiers who are not in Las Vegas to edit a manuscript. Periodically, one of them whacks me on the back and tells me to stop with the laptop, that Vegas is for partying. As the night continues and my ‘friends’ drink and drink, those whacks are harder and harder. I order a glass of iced wine to numb the friendly encouragement.
To make sense of the More >
Remember, even discussing Stress, we need to laugh a lot. A lot.
Psychologist on the Loose.
Dateline: Second night in the Las Vegas PBR (Professional Bull Riders) Rock Bar across from Planet Hollywood. Go to Bizarre Things Seen in Vegas, Get a Grip, Pt. 5 for the particulars on this den of Vegas revelry. For now, on this second night, let’s just say, the Judy Dench Vegas woman, me, perched at the bar slugging back coffee and pinging keys on my laptop—is slightly out-of-sync with the crowd. The line for the More >
Dateline: Racebook at the Paris in Las Vegas. If you ever have a big project to do that requires hours of concentration and organization, I’d recommend this place. Picture a huge room with forty flat televisions. Across the front is a double layer of theater size babies. Every screen shows a different live sporting event. During the day these are mostly horse races. Now, here’s the good part (not that watching twelve horse races at once isn’t terrific fun, cause it is), the seating is made up of long rows of private carols each with its own screen which you can More >
Dateline: Dateline: the Big Thicket State Forest. Really. I can promise that this retreat spot is “big,” because there is no Starbucks within reasonable driving distance. Pizza delivery is but a distant dream. It’s a “thicket,” because I’m surrounded by tall trees spewing allergens in a bonfire pattern. (Kind reader, as you might suspect, this wasn’t my idea and this will not be the last you hear of this weekend of terror.)
Stress. Get a Grip, More >
Dateline: Threadgills Restaurant International Branch Office. Across from me is a picture of Farah Faucet. She was here.
Set-up: Just for Fun. “Oh, mighty psychologist . . . (okay, just mighty experienced) (okay, just older) (okay, forget mighty, I’m all you got for free here.) . . .
Valentine’s Day, aah, LOVE.
In the name of love, I’m taking a mild, heart-shaped detour to share a couple of truths I’ve learned through decades of Freudian, Jungian, Family Systems, Cognitive Behavior Training, study, hospital work, practice, study, and most of all from watching thousands of true crime shows.
For WOMEN Only: There is More >
The Anxiety of Others, “The Woman Who Wasn’t Out of Toothpaste Incident”
Dateline: Las Vegas Wynn Race and Sports Book Branch Office. The Wynn is the prestige place to stay and with prices to keep out riff-raff like me. All the Sports Book requires is that I have a drink ticket which is only possible if I make one five dollar bet. This is a good deal. For five dollars you can sip coffee for hours. And, who knows, you might win your bet.
Set-up: Janie is married with three young children. She wants her children to have a happier childhood than she More >
Madrid Death March, Episode 5, The Spanish Stress Crawl
To appreciate the misery of the Spanish Crawl, you must first read, Episode I, Episode 2, Episode 3: One Wrong Decision Can Cost You Your Life!, and Episode 4: Lost in the Underworld.
I survived intact off the train at the transfer point. I only wish I’d gotten off at the right station. Now what? I locate another map and reroute my journey. Lucky me, I could reach the correct transfer center through the pedestrian tunnel. Lucky me there were several two and three level changes, but there were escalators. Lots of escalators.I only wish More >