I am approaching my girlfriend's 32nd birthday, and am in charge of planning the festivities, with some help from our best pal, Erin Singer. These last few days have been a test of truly being able to think of others. You would perhaps assume upon meeting me that I am not the biggest fan of camping,and this simply isn't true. I grew up in California, braving the parks on the weekends for some majorly intense hiking, as wellas setting up some pretty serious camp, more than a couple of times. I have, of course, in my later life adjusted to the comforts of living in the city, attending spas regularly, blow-drying my hair daily, getting dressed up primarily in fancy outfits that gay men would want to steal, watching online television in the comfort of my apartment living room. These are things I have come to love, but this doesn't mean I can't "rough it" for a few days like any butch could.
I think all of this, but in planning the trip, I kept thinking (but not verbalizing)questions like, oh, I wonder if there is a day spa or something near by where we could get facials. After which I immediately put myself in check and told myself, that's not something everyone would be into. Especially not your girlfriend. Not if the alternative activity is taking a hike or going to the beach.
I would like to think that I am just as outdoorsy as the next lesbian, but truth be told, even if my upbringing has prepped me for the ability to endure the outdoors, it is just not my cup of tea. So, while I am searching the internet for available camp sites in California, I have to steer myself away from "beach cottages with pools" and "small cabin near resort and spa" which is actually quite difficult. But, all in the name of love, right?
