I was going to write tonight from Nirvana, but I've decided against it. I was there earlier and lemme tell you...no matter what you've heard in all of those spiritual books, Nirvana is *way* overrated.
I had been looking forward to kicking back in the environment the ads proclaimed as "Sitges' Best Chillout Bar," surrounded by Buddhas and drinks with little floating lotuses in them, but Noooooo. It turned out to be a tightass bar, full of young upscale Spanish youth longing to "chillout," as the ads had invited them to do, but somehow lacking the knack. So I moved back to the Bar Pay-Pay. The Waitress With The Legs Designed In Brahmaloka is not here tonight, so I might just be able to write a little something about Nirvana, even if I'm not there. Nope. Not a damned thing. Wouldn't it be a kick if Nirvana the spiritual goal turned out to be a lot like Nirvana the bar? You struggle and struggle for lifetimes, performing weirdass sadhanas like bouncing on your butt on slabs of foam, and after eons of Class-A tapas like that you finally "reach" Nirvana...and it's like the bar of the same name in Sitges? Full of stuck-up people who came there looking to chill but who never quite mastered it? Bummer.