Playing Hooky

I was a bad bad girl. Well, my version of bad. I worked all day yesterday. Hour after hour of weight management cases. I read all this documentation about people trying to change their lives, but not doing very well. I was kinda tired and done. I needed a break. So, I picked up the rental car from the hotel and just drove myself to the zoo. I deserved it. I was in San Diego. What is more San Diego then the Zoo? Ok, maybe the Navy. I got lost and found the base, but I couldn't get on. So, I kept going until I got to the zoo.

It was me in my suit, sipping a coke from a monkey straw and watching all the sleeping animals. I swear, they all knew I was coming and decided to take a nap. They must know I'm a napper and thought I would be ok with it. Luckily, the hippos were awake.

We had a nice conversation through the foot thick glass

I had just read an ariticle on gorilla deaths the Congo in National Geographic and then I spied all these signs leading to the gorilla habitat, so I went. Ok, first thing I have to point out is that the San Diego zoo is built on a hill, and the gorillas are on the top of the hill. Imagine me walking up hill for ten minutes in heels dodging strollers and snotty kids. I was not a happy camper. By the time I got up to the gorillas, I was annoucing under my breath "this better be good". LUCKILY, they had just thrown some popcorn in the habitat and it was gorilla party time. Everyone came out for popcorn.

I sat there for a while, trying to get my heart rate back to normal, and followed the meandering herd to the zebras.

Overall, it was nice nice nice. I bonded with a mountain lion who looked like a big Penny. And I saw the koalas. I love the koalas. They just ate, and when they were done, they rolled over and slept. I kept expecting them to turn to me and start talking like a stoned crocodile hunter.

I need to detox like that more often.