Monday, July 07, 2003
well, first a tooth exploded. the night before, which lead to the singular worst night's sleep i've ever encountered. there was also a lot of disturbing disturbances, not fighting, but clouds of not-right ions. on the road, tooth fixed, we had a cooler issue, and then lack of phones at the state patrol.
at the first campsite, we were situated on the grounds of the restrooms. so we changed to the first site off the parking lot. monkey woke up thinking he'd observed a thunderstorm when really it was jake brakes and headlamps. a feral kitten visited us, too. oh, cute.
but laughing. lots of laughing.
then SF, and funny ground underneath me and hunger grumpies upon arrival and smelling bad . . . and then friends, which was nice--and she is so nice, the one i got to meet--but something was off, something didn't seem right until late on the day we left. sigh. but we did leave, and moved at a crawl through santa rosa into the only available tent site at salt point, which was next to the Asshole family. their disco began at one a.m., but the fun had only just started.
awake after a wakeful night of incline sleeping, there was a lot of laughter.
then we discovered the raccoons. the motherfuckers found a cracked window and thew a cotillion inside my car. also some gang warfare (i mean, when there's an entire loaf of cracked wheat bread and a roll of Hit Biscuits on the line, who wouldn't get snarly).
then the radio stopped working. for the rest of the hundred zillion mile cartrip.
but we laughed, we laughed when the mist came down so close we might as well have been driving in a parking garage instead of the pacific coast, we laughed when his ears exploded and when the seats became damper than we were and the car shuddered and moaned and i got a parking ticket and the radio still didn't work and car sickness settled in like a maiden aunt. i don't think i've had that much fun in hell my entire life.
some people you can just do anything with.
at the first campsite, we were situated on the grounds of the restrooms. so we changed to the first site off the parking lot. monkey woke up thinking he'd observed a thunderstorm when really it was jake brakes and headlamps. a feral kitten visited us, too. oh, cute.
but laughing. lots of laughing.
then SF, and funny ground underneath me and hunger grumpies upon arrival and smelling bad . . . and then friends, which was nice--and she is so nice, the one i got to meet--but something was off, something didn't seem right until late on the day we left. sigh. but we did leave, and moved at a crawl through santa rosa into the only available tent site at salt point, which was next to the Asshole family. their disco began at one a.m., but the fun had only just started.
awake after a wakeful night of incline sleeping, there was a lot of laughter.
then we discovered the raccoons. the motherfuckers found a cracked window and thew a cotillion inside my car. also some gang warfare (i mean, when there's an entire loaf of cracked wheat bread and a roll of Hit Biscuits on the line, who wouldn't get snarly).
then the radio stopped working. for the rest of the hundred zillion mile cartrip.
but we laughed, we laughed when the mist came down so close we might as well have been driving in a parking garage instead of the pacific coast, we laughed when his ears exploded and when the seats became damper than we were and the car shuddered and moaned and i got a parking ticket and the radio still didn't work and car sickness settled in like a maiden aunt. i don't think i've had that much fun in hell my entire life.
some people you can just do anything with.
