Gigantic Schlongs
Friday afternoon the weather was somber, so I went to the NHTI campus library to access the internet and check out the eye candy, as I oft do. I ended up snagging an impromptu ticket to the Obama rally that just happened to be scheduled for 6pm that day. After waiting in line in the rain for a half an hour, I was shuffled into the auditorium where I waited for another two hours, all alone among the masses, because Barack's helicopter was running late. It was hot, crowded, the fluorescent lights were blinding, and I had to discover new ways of leaning [on a metal divider.] So when he finally got there, I was more exhausted than excited, and when his 30 minute tutorial on things I already know was over, I was standing by the door waiting to bolt. It's not like I wasn't going to vote for him. Hmm. I suppose I had nothing better to do!
That next and the following day I had the whole house to myself and felt ill from the muscle strain and wetness, so naturally I lounged naked and masturbated in new and exciting places. Ok, so I didn't, (just in the old and dull places), but I watched a few movies and ate an entire box of spaghetti. That afternoon, I received word from Erika of an epic all night riverside jamboree at the usual spot down by the bridge. Just after dusk, I walked through town and down to my side of the river, to the decrepid old tress, to the where I nervously and painstakingly crossed it for the first time in the dark using a headlamp. There are a few spots where the wood is gone completely and only a few rusty old five inch beams remain. I was surprised to find that not being able to see the rushing water and rocky shores below makes it slightly easier in some way.
When I arrived, there was a blazing fire and ten to fifteen shiny, happy, tye-dye clad souls drinking, playing beirut, and playing guitars. I knew a few people, but it was quite nice to be so familiar with the location, though there was never such a ruckus there before. One guy was jamming on a mandolin, and when he mysteriously switched to violin, I was totally drooling over it, and enamored with the evening. Things changed when someone started doling out the magic 'shrooms, of course! I had some, but it really only made me feel drunker and a little spaced out. I was sitting on a cooler, listening to the two guitars and fiddle jamming together, and texting, when Erika came over and sat on my lap, knocking us both over, and for maybe twenty minutes I was quiet and introspective and felt how you say, disconfroozled. I ate a hot dog and it was so squishy I'll probably never eat one again. Then, when Jeffrey and Garth showed up, my usual sass and wit came back to me and everything was really funny. The cute blond girl who sold them to us was the only one who was quote-unquote, "I'm tripping my face off!" I told her to give Jeffrey a little bit for free, and she delighted in feeding it to him, before she pranced off into the night again. Funny, funny, funny.
The chick who brought Jeffrey and Garth was supposed to take us home, but there was no room in her car, or something, and I didn't dare walk back over the skeletal bridge, so inevitably it came down to the three of us marching miles in the moonlight down the road toward the highway, through thick forest trails, past the misty farm lands, up tortuous hills. Perching on the end of a desolate exit ramp, we waited for a taxi to arrive and bring us into the town, near dawn. Being so messed up together has made us closer, well, I hope. Today has been weird, yet somehow comfortably normal.
That next and the following day I had the whole house to myself and felt ill from the muscle strain and wetness, so naturally I lounged naked and masturbated in new and exciting places. Ok, so I didn't, (just in the old and dull places), but I watched a few movies and ate an entire box of spaghetti. That afternoon, I received word from Erika of an epic all night riverside jamboree at the usual spot down by the bridge. Just after dusk, I walked through town and down to my side of the river, to the decrepid old tress, to the where I nervously and painstakingly crossed it for the first time in the dark using a headlamp. There are a few spots where the wood is gone completely and only a few rusty old five inch beams remain. I was surprised to find that not being able to see the rushing water and rocky shores below makes it slightly easier in some way.
When I arrived, there was a blazing fire and ten to fifteen shiny, happy, tye-dye clad souls drinking, playing beirut, and playing guitars. I knew a few people, but it was quite nice to be so familiar with the location, though there was never such a ruckus there before. One guy was jamming on a mandolin, and when he mysteriously switched to violin, I was totally drooling over it, and enamored with the evening. Things changed when someone started doling out the magic 'shrooms, of course! I had some, but it really only made me feel drunker and a little spaced out. I was sitting on a cooler, listening to the two guitars and fiddle jamming together, and texting, when Erika came over and sat on my lap, knocking us both over, and for maybe twenty minutes I was quiet and introspective and felt how you say, disconfroozled. I ate a hot dog and it was so squishy I'll probably never eat one again. Then, when Jeffrey and Garth showed up, my usual sass and wit came back to me and everything was really funny. The cute blond girl who sold them to us was the only one who was quote-unquote, "I'm tripping my face off!" I told her to give Jeffrey a little bit for free, and she delighted in feeding it to him, before she pranced off into the night again. Funny, funny, funny.
The chick who brought Jeffrey and Garth was supposed to take us home, but there was no room in her car, or something, and I didn't dare walk back over the skeletal bridge, so inevitably it came down to the three of us marching miles in the moonlight down the road toward the highway, through thick forest trails, past the misty farm lands, up tortuous hills. Perching on the end of a desolate exit ramp, we waited for a taxi to arrive and bring us into the town, near dawn. Being so messed up together has made us closer, well, I hope. Today has been weird, yet somehow comfortably normal.