critical
this year's critical was probably the best ever. in fact, i'm pretty sure that i'm still decompressing from it, and it was two and a half weeks ago now. it was at a new location, the mason county fairgrounds, one of the clearest advantages of which was being able to dance all night long. the past couple-few years at LARC, the cops had shut down the music at ten or eleven at night, which is/was super lame. but not this year. this year there were three separate dance parties that went into the wee hours, and one that reliably kept going until roughly dawn.
camp cuddle puddle (us) and hot dog camp decided to join forces this year, sort of. we camped next to each other, so while we each had our own unique identities, we were, well, right next to each other, so we were basically camping together. it was a match made in burner heaven, basically, as they had the people lined up for hot dogs at night, and then people would wander over and lay down in one of our pools for some cuddle action. the cuddle puddle really came into its own this year, the second year of its existence. it did pretty well last year, but it really became a thing this year. the last couple nights in particular it was a happenin spot down there at the end of dustville.
friday night i was a dancing machine, just went and went and went. i came home for forty minutes or so around three, maybe four, hung out with kelly and all the folks, and then went back to area 54 to shut that place down as dawn crept over the world. it was fully light, though cloudy, by the time i wandered back home and crawled into the tent. saturday night was equally late, only we came back to camp around 3:30 and spent the next few hours cuddle puddling. it was pretty epic, i gotta say.
rob and i showed up monday around 1pm--we were actually the third car through the gate--so we got the most time in. kelly showed up tuesday, and everyone else trickled in wednesday, thursday, and friday. i'm almost at a loss to explain the fullness of the experience. doing my wandering minstrel bit, dancing, karaoke early in the week with hog doggers, chatting with fellow campers who have become serial acquaintances over the years, if not outright friends, a gay wedding, an impromptu guitar lesson, walking up to the gate with my guitar and starting in on 'the joker' while a guy we remembered from last year whose playa name is space cowboy (no shit) was signing his car in, playing the main stage thursday night, mayhap indulging in an intoxicant on occasion, and generally soaking in the time of a full week in a place like that, a place so removed from the normal world, where the thing to do at any given moment is simply and exactly what the hell you want to do at that given moment.
so, yeah, i guess in retrospect maybe it's not so surprising that i've had difficulty readjusting myself to a more rigid, structured existence, where i have to go to work, and shop for groceries, and prepare food (christ, over and over again, day after day), and take showers. on the plus side i've gotten a lot of reading done, as my soul hides from the world.
camp cuddle puddle (us) and hot dog camp decided to join forces this year, sort of. we camped next to each other, so while we each had our own unique identities, we were, well, right next to each other, so we were basically camping together. it was a match made in burner heaven, basically, as they had the people lined up for hot dogs at night, and then people would wander over and lay down in one of our pools for some cuddle action. the cuddle puddle really came into its own this year, the second year of its existence. it did pretty well last year, but it really became a thing this year. the last couple nights in particular it was a happenin spot down there at the end of dustville.
friday night i was a dancing machine, just went and went and went. i came home for forty minutes or so around three, maybe four, hung out with kelly and all the folks, and then went back to area 54 to shut that place down as dawn crept over the world. it was fully light, though cloudy, by the time i wandered back home and crawled into the tent. saturday night was equally late, only we came back to camp around 3:30 and spent the next few hours cuddle puddling. it was pretty epic, i gotta say.
rob and i showed up monday around 1pm--we were actually the third car through the gate--so we got the most time in. kelly showed up tuesday, and everyone else trickled in wednesday, thursday, and friday. i'm almost at a loss to explain the fullness of the experience. doing my wandering minstrel bit, dancing, karaoke early in the week with hog doggers, chatting with fellow campers who have become serial acquaintances over the years, if not outright friends, a gay wedding, an impromptu guitar lesson, walking up to the gate with my guitar and starting in on 'the joker' while a guy we remembered from last year whose playa name is space cowboy (no shit) was signing his car in, playing the main stage thursday night, mayhap indulging in an intoxicant on occasion, and generally soaking in the time of a full week in a place like that, a place so removed from the normal world, where the thing to do at any given moment is simply and exactly what the hell you want to do at that given moment.
so, yeah, i guess in retrospect maybe it's not so surprising that i've had difficulty readjusting myself to a more rigid, structured existence, where i have to go to work, and shop for groceries, and prepare food (christ, over and over again, day after day), and take showers. on the plus side i've gotten a lot of reading done, as my soul hides from the world.