finale.
There is officially....ONE more day until Whole Earth Festival.
There is a righteous blend of emotional hoo-ha brewing in my estomago right now. I can not describe how excited, anxious, tired, joyous, and fearful I feel at the moment. There is still so much to do and honestly, i have no idea how it is all going to come together, but somehow I know that it will. It always does.
On sticky side note:
With 4 weeks of school remaining, I had perhaps the wackiest dorm room experience I have had so far; an excellent conclusion to my freshman year of college...
Kathleen and I decided it would be a good idea to stay up as long as we possibly could, occupying ourselves with a collection of HIGHLY prioritized tasks from an endless list. Needless to say, dreading my hair and waxing her body easily made it to the top of the list, right above finishing my 12 page research paper and reading for class.
Anyhow, she busted out the wax, and i my mad waxing skills. We went down to the kitchen to heat the wax on the stove, and by the time we got back to my room and began the rigorous procedure, the wax had already begun to cool down and harden. And if you have ever waxed before you will agree that cold wax is Lucipher. SO, being the brilliant gipsy that i am, instead of going back and forth from the kitchen to the room every 10 minutes to reheat the wax, i had the idea to...do the waxing in the kitchen. Yes, that is correct. We decided to wax Kathleen's body on the floor, in the corner of the COMMUNAL kitchen in my dorm building. Well, I guess the experience would have been less wacky, had I been waxing her legs. BUT NO. Indeed, i was giving Kathleen...a Brazilian wax, on the floor, in the corner of a public kitchen.
Drawing the blinds, and locking the door were of no relief whenever anybody walked by the window, and there were a number of times we were both positive a group of unsuspecting guys were going to barge in on us; katie half naked, sprawled out on the floor next to a tub of hot wax, and me hovering over her like we just fucking consummated our marriage. I don't think I have laughed that uncontrollably or uncomfortably in a long, long time.
Although this entry would be much more interesting if it had ended that way, luckily we successfully finished waxing and made our way back to the room, commenting on the fact that this experience would be one of those stories you are still telling at the age of 50...
"So children, let me tell you about the time I waxed my friend's v-jay in the kitchen of our dorm building..."
There is a righteous blend of emotional hoo-ha brewing in my estomago right now. I can not describe how excited, anxious, tired, joyous, and fearful I feel at the moment. There is still so much to do and honestly, i have no idea how it is all going to come together, but somehow I know that it will. It always does.
On sticky side note:
With 4 weeks of school remaining, I had perhaps the wackiest dorm room experience I have had so far; an excellent conclusion to my freshman year of college...
Kathleen and I decided it would be a good idea to stay up as long as we possibly could, occupying ourselves with a collection of HIGHLY prioritized tasks from an endless list. Needless to say, dreading my hair and waxing her body easily made it to the top of the list, right above finishing my 12 page research paper and reading for class.
Anyhow, she busted out the wax, and i my mad waxing skills. We went down to the kitchen to heat the wax on the stove, and by the time we got back to my room and began the rigorous procedure, the wax had already begun to cool down and harden. And if you have ever waxed before you will agree that cold wax is Lucipher. SO, being the brilliant gipsy that i am, instead of going back and forth from the kitchen to the room every 10 minutes to reheat the wax, i had the idea to...do the waxing in the kitchen. Yes, that is correct. We decided to wax Kathleen's body on the floor, in the corner of the COMMUNAL kitchen in my dorm building. Well, I guess the experience would have been less wacky, had I been waxing her legs. BUT NO. Indeed, i was giving Kathleen...a Brazilian wax, on the floor, in the corner of a public kitchen.
Drawing the blinds, and locking the door were of no relief whenever anybody walked by the window, and there were a number of times we were both positive a group of unsuspecting guys were going to barge in on us; katie half naked, sprawled out on the floor next to a tub of hot wax, and me hovering over her like we just fucking consummated our marriage. I don't think I have laughed that uncontrollably or uncomfortably in a long, long time.
Although this entry would be much more interesting if it had ended that way, luckily we successfully finished waxing and made our way back to the room, commenting on the fact that this experience would be one of those stories you are still telling at the age of 50...
"So children, let me tell you about the time I waxed my friend's v-jay in the kitchen of our dorm building..."