There I stood. The sun was at four o'clock on the mid-spring day. The view was breathtaking. The rush of wind coming off the ridges was rejuvinating and fresh as it blew through my hair and senses.
I had watched the two red-tails dance on the wind with a passionate eye, sharp ear and uncaged heart for months. Nothing else seemed so relevant. Every day I would move closer to the edge-progressing slowly through the grassy field.
Finally, I arrived. I statyed there for hours, days even, to watch my friends. I understood them. I knew them. I felt what they felt and would speak to them as they spoke to me.
On the last day, I walked to the edge. Suddenly, a gust of wind moved through me. My body released. Without looking back, I stepped off the edge and out of my body as an unbound soul.
I felt the warm evening sun on my feathers as I spanned them fully. I was now free.
28 June 2008
11 June 2008
SCHOOLGIRL ELEPHANTS
Ok, so...let's talk about my recent regression to, say, oh....ten years old. Maybe ten. Probably closer to seven. This statement is a classic precursor to the next statement that indicates that, yes, there was a bit of alcohol involved.
It was so blazing hot yesterday. 97 degrees in the shade with 89% humidity. Sticky hot. Noone likes sticky hot or the movie would have been called "Sticky Hot American Summer" and it probably would have Lindsay Lohan in it. Anyhoo, back to me. It was so hot that my sweat had sweat. Gross. In review of current situation, it seemed that there was an unspoken mandatory clause that read, "Last Day of School for Kids....Get in on Public Pool Now". So, I obeyed. My tanned and shaven freind Christopher escorted me to the Pool -o-Redneck-a-rama where, for the bargain price of $4 per person you, too, could enjoy 15 minutes of each hour in Adult Swim Only.
After an underwater race or two, one Red Slushee paradise, seven rounds of playing "fashion police", 3 flesh removing hours in the sun, and a 7.5 minute cat nap I was feeling a bit, um, how do you say....TIRED. So, I figured it to be an early night consisting of pajamas, perhaps a round or two with the guitar, and a piece of pillow around, say, 9pm.
Well, due to a temporary lapse in reason, I accepted an offer for beer time at Sarah's house. After all, how could I say no to seeing her new deck (and the new hot guy that built the deck)? She already had her beer-on, so I packed a few and drove the lengthy 1/2 mile to her house.
Rick was soon to arrive with beer as well. Now, in my weakened condition (no food, little water, and heaps of UVB) I was feeling a bit "strange" after one beer. So I had another. Rick was already well on his way to beerdom and possibly flirting with the deck guy (lets call him Eric) FOR Sarah.
An interruption in deck-making forced us (me, Sarah, and Rick) to go to someone elses house to drink their booze. So, after 2 shots of Jager Ny-Quil Meister and two pints of whateverthehellthatwasyummywhoamireally we went back to Sarah's so she could potentially maybe sorta really hit on Eric (aka Deck Guy). It was not too long after (9:15pm) that I realized that I had the spins -with my eyes open-and was, for all intents and purposes....a wee inebriated. I decided to leave the party in search of something to stuff my face with. POTATO CHIPS. I grabbed the bag, stumbled to Sarah's room, laid down on the bed and proceeded to giggle uncontrollably whilst eating potato chips. Rick was soon to follow which left Sarah and Eric outside (mission accomplished?) and me and Rick on the bed giggling with potato chips and crumbs everywhere.
Just when I thought I couldn't regress pass high school.....I found a jar of peanuts.
Large...unsalted...PEANUTS. "Do you realize what we could do?" The implications were staggering (or was that just me). Instead of trying to carb-up, we decided that the peanuts would be better left as AMMO!!
I put on my imaginary cammo gear and smeared some invisible schmutz on my face (Oh, yeah...I put some on Rick, too) and proceeded to Hail Storm two unsuspecting victims on the back porch. We went to this side of the house, snuck up on the other side of the house (where we got busted full on)......all the while trying to be as quiet as a pack of elephants, who, apparently can giggle like schoolgirls. But there HAD to be a better way. What better way to act like an ass than to get up on the roof?! But how? Logistically, my flip flops were not going to propel me to greater heights and better strategic peanut location. Rick was quick to be drunkbrilliant. "Lets use my truck!" So, the truck was strategically located on top of a flower bed right next to the rooftop. Who would ever guess where we were going? (never mind the starting of the engine and a large displaced vehicle with a door still open.) We clamored up the truck to the roof up and over to the other side. There we were like a couple of hens perched on the rooftop -still giggling....and running out of ammo. Peanut by peanut we forced them out of their protective hiding and coaxed them into looking for us. Not before we witnessed two shadows co-mingling. YES! The first kiss! Our "Hail-O 3" assault had worked! Finally, we got busted. Go fig, it was the truck that gave us away. It was midnight and I had to work the next day. But all was well in the world of Sarah and Eric the deck guy.
Who knew that peanut tossing would end up in making out? Sweet. I wonder what happens when you throw Almonds?
It was so blazing hot yesterday. 97 degrees in the shade with 89% humidity. Sticky hot. Noone likes sticky hot or the movie would have been called "Sticky Hot American Summer" and it probably would have Lindsay Lohan in it. Anyhoo, back to me. It was so hot that my sweat had sweat. Gross. In review of current situation, it seemed that there was an unspoken mandatory clause that read, "Last Day of School for Kids....Get in on Public Pool Now". So, I obeyed. My tanned and shaven freind Christopher escorted me to the Pool -o-Redneck-a-rama where, for the bargain price of $4 per person you, too, could enjoy 15 minutes of each hour in Adult Swim Only.
After an underwater race or two, one Red Slushee paradise, seven rounds of playing "fashion police", 3 flesh removing hours in the sun, and a 7.5 minute cat nap I was feeling a bit, um, how do you say....TIRED. So, I figured it to be an early night consisting of pajamas, perhaps a round or two with the guitar, and a piece of pillow around, say, 9pm.
Well, due to a temporary lapse in reason, I accepted an offer for beer time at Sarah's house. After all, how could I say no to seeing her new deck (and the new hot guy that built the deck)? She already had her beer-on, so I packed a few and drove the lengthy 1/2 mile to her house.
Rick was soon to arrive with beer as well. Now, in my weakened condition (no food, little water, and heaps of UVB) I was feeling a bit "strange" after one beer. So I had another. Rick was already well on his way to beerdom and possibly flirting with the deck guy (lets call him Eric) FOR Sarah.
An interruption in deck-making forced us (me, Sarah, and Rick) to go to someone elses house to drink their booze. So, after 2 shots of Jager Ny-Quil Meister and two pints of whateverthehellthatwasyummywhoamireally we went back to Sarah's so she could potentially maybe sorta really hit on Eric (aka Deck Guy). It was not too long after (9:15pm) that I realized that I had the spins -with my eyes open-and was, for all intents and purposes....a wee inebriated. I decided to leave the party in search of something to stuff my face with. POTATO CHIPS. I grabbed the bag, stumbled to Sarah's room, laid down on the bed and proceeded to giggle uncontrollably whilst eating potato chips. Rick was soon to follow which left Sarah and Eric outside (mission accomplished?) and me and Rick on the bed giggling with potato chips and crumbs everywhere.
Just when I thought I couldn't regress pass high school.....I found a jar of peanuts.
Large...unsalted...PEANUTS. "Do you realize what we could do?" The implications were staggering (or was that just me). Instead of trying to carb-up, we decided that the peanuts would be better left as AMMO!!
I put on my imaginary cammo gear and smeared some invisible schmutz on my face (Oh, yeah...I put some on Rick, too) and proceeded to Hail Storm two unsuspecting victims on the back porch. We went to this side of the house, snuck up on the other side of the house (where we got busted full on)......all the while trying to be as quiet as a pack of elephants, who, apparently can giggle like schoolgirls. But there HAD to be a better way. What better way to act like an ass than to get up on the roof?! But how? Logistically, my flip flops were not going to propel me to greater heights and better strategic peanut location. Rick was quick to be drunkbrilliant. "Lets use my truck!" So, the truck was strategically located on top of a flower bed right next to the rooftop. Who would ever guess where we were going? (never mind the starting of the engine and a large displaced vehicle with a door still open.) We clamored up the truck to the roof up and over to the other side. There we were like a couple of hens perched on the rooftop -still giggling....and running out of ammo. Peanut by peanut we forced them out of their protective hiding and coaxed them into looking for us. Not before we witnessed two shadows co-mingling. YES! The first kiss! Our "Hail-O 3" assault had worked! Finally, we got busted. Go fig, it was the truck that gave us away. It was midnight and I had to work the next day. But all was well in the world of Sarah and Eric the deck guy.
Who knew that peanut tossing would end up in making out? Sweet. I wonder what happens when you throw Almonds?
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