when the tinny horns sound, the tones combine to sound like the dischord of an equally tinny harmonica.
i spent 24 hours over yesterday and today at a scooter rally. sitting on the back of the scoot for 3 hours, legs spread like a porn star, i smiled with the pride that only being in a large group of people who all like the same thing as you can bring. i haven't felt so invincible since marching band.
we left san diego at 11:30 and drove up curvy roads that turned into the mountain tops of potrero. it took about 3 hours, with a few stops. we set up camp in an ample spot, with a creek bordering one side and a barbed wire fence, the other. the day quickly fell into night with the help of a bonfire, alcohol and drugs, and several times, i wasn't sure why i was there. the unfamiliarity was unsettling but also freeing. i knew where i was, but kept forgetting through which chain of friends and acquaintances had brought me there.
we slept on hard cold ground, in a small yellow tent, and woke up to clear heads and fresh air. while a reprise of the bonfire was welcome to our cold morning hands and faces, i couldn't fathom how anyone was repeating the previous night's more illicit activities before 9 a.m. but the scooter kids are a tough breed, and i suppose they're used to it. due to a finicky scooter that decided it'd had enough of the mountains, we rode home in a van, and got back in a mere hour. i'm bathed and hungry, trying to work and plotting creative endeavors.
now:
reinventing thought processes, inventing new end-products.
desiring more time, food.
regretting ordering pizza.
looking forward to the full house expose on E! when tod gets home.
posessing too many to-do's and not enough list.
craving freedom from the stress.
congrats to joey & jj.
we left san diego at 11:30 and drove up curvy roads that turned into the mountain tops of potrero. it took about 3 hours, with a few stops. we set up camp in an ample spot, with a creek bordering one side and a barbed wire fence, the other. the day quickly fell into night with the help of a bonfire, alcohol and drugs, and several times, i wasn't sure why i was there. the unfamiliarity was unsettling but also freeing. i knew where i was, but kept forgetting through which chain of friends and acquaintances had brought me there.
we slept on hard cold ground, in a small yellow tent, and woke up to clear heads and fresh air. while a reprise of the bonfire was welcome to our cold morning hands and faces, i couldn't fathom how anyone was repeating the previous night's more illicit activities before 9 a.m. but the scooter kids are a tough breed, and i suppose they're used to it. due to a finicky scooter that decided it'd had enough of the mountains, we rode home in a van, and got back in a mere hour. i'm bathed and hungry, trying to work and plotting creative endeavors.
now:
reinventing thought processes, inventing new end-products.
desiring more time, food.
regretting ordering pizza.
looking forward to the full house expose on E! when tod gets home.
posessing too many to-do's and not enough list.
craving freedom from the stress.
congrats to joey & jj.