The car is packed, my meager camping deposit is in hand, and it's off to the next location in my journey, Colorado!
Bobby and I decided to come to King Spa, a giant korean style sauna/spa here in Dallas, to relax, detox, and sleep before our drive. There are 9 sauna rooms, each with different healing properties and themes (salt room, pyramid room, far infrared ray, etc. ) There's also a spa area with hot tubs (and a cold tub!) that's separated by sex (because you have to be naked...eek!) We sweat it out in all the rooms and I did a couple dips into the hot tub/cold tub etc.
2 days later:
So I was interrupted by Bobby coming out of the locker and getting ready to leave, and now I'm in Colorado! I'm back in my natural habitat! This could mean two things: surrounded by mountains, (beautiful, gorgeous mountains) and also in a small local coffeeshop with free wifi.
I'm loving Colorado so far! The faire hasn't started yet, but I hear it's not the greatest as far as faires go, other than for making money. (woo!) But the area and the mountains and everything about the actual state, I love! It's the exact opposite of Texas...Texas can suck a dick, but the faire was amazing. Well, I don't know how this faire will go yet. I'm optimistic?
I'm camped with Bobby and Ron. Our little campsite is called Camp LaCroix, because Bobby calls me Amber LaCroix, and the shape of the camp is actually a little cross (LaCroix meaning The Cross, of course...) my tent is the Capitol, and I'm the Queen, meaning I'm the one who tells them to shut up and stop bickering, which they don't obey but it's alright. Bobby is the King of Queens, and Ron lives in LaCroix East, otherwise known as The Bottoms or the slums, where anything goes. We met a super cool dude who lives kind of above us named Will, and he's the Mayor of LaCroix because he lives in a different district and has an unbiased opinion.
Last night, our first night in our camp (but not in Colorado - Bobby and I got here too late to check in to the site, so he bought us a hotel room for the night...an AMAZING room for super cheap!) we were playing dice in the Plaza and getting drunk off of only a couple beers. The altitude makes getting drunk so cheap! I can get tipsy off of only one beer! We decided to walk to the bar to get food, because it's only down the hill and not a bad walk at all. The bar was uneventful, but as we were walking back, we passed by this little restaurant called Vigil's (vee-HEEL'S) and a subaru outback came blazing down the street after us and pulled into the parking lot. The owner of the car opened his door and yelled 'I HAVE FREE TEQUILA SHOTS!' Without discussing it with each other, we all turned immediately into the parking lot and followed the dude inside. Turns out his name is Chris, he owns the restaurant, and was basically just doing PR to get us to tell others about the restaurant and to become patrons ourselves. He asked us about what rennies like to drink, prices they'll pay, etc. He also gave us 2 little samples of green, and a second shot! We all went back out into the night, flabbergasted and amazed that that had just happened.
About halfway up the hill, here comes his car again, and he stops by us, and HANDS OUT THE ALMOST FULL BOTTLE OF TEQUILA. We all crowded around his window hugging him and crying thank you thank you! And off he sped into the distance. So we went back to Camp LaCroix and got even more drunk.
We all woke up early this morning to huddle in the tiny bit of shade in front of my tent and sample some of Chris' contribution, before piling into my car and going down the street to the Corner Market for water and cigarettes and gas, before crossing the street to Vigil's for delicious breakfast burritos. I brought everyone back home, and immediately left to come to Castle Rock, a picturesque town just 15 minutes away with a huge rock formation that kiiiiind of looks like a castle (I don't think whoever named it had ever seen a real castle). I'
Monday, June 4, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Heigh-Ho, Silver!
What happens to Amber after 2 weeks of no phone, no Internet, and no car? Well...I'm not sure. Nothing, I guess. I actually Did Stuff and hung out with my friends. Lots of alcohol and recreational drugs were involved. I danced, I bickered, I swam, I babysat, I got bitten by a million mosquitos and spiders. But now my car is fixed and I have access to internet again, and access to real alone time, which is important to me and which I haven't really had. I love my friends but I cannot hang out with people for more than a few days in a row at a time, because all the bickering and moving from one place to another and Activities is just too much for me sometimes, and I get really irritable. But everything is fine now!
We're coming up on the last weekend of Scarborough, and I'm really excited to move on to the next faire, in Colorado. Not because I don't LOOOOOOOVE it here, because I really do, but because it's FUCKING HOT and I'm tired of being a total sweaty gross mess every day, of not being able to stay in my tent for fear of heatstroke, of not being able to sit still at night because I'm being devoured by mosquitos. I'm tired of waking up with horrible, oozing spider bites that turn purple, and not being able to lay around all day with a boy (!!) because we can't touch each other without both turning into hot sweaty messes. That may or may not happen anyway, but.... I'll never tell. :) Well I'll tell a little...I have been hanging out with a boy, but he is not going to be my boyfriend, we're just enjoying each other's company. We may or may not continue our tryst in Colorado, but either way I'm having a good time and enjoying the benefits of a friend with benefits. Anyway...
I'm driving to Colorado with my friend Bobby Booom, who has quickly become my best friend out here. Trust me to find the gayest black man on any festival circuit ever to become my sistie bestie. His normal traveling companion is going to a different faire in massachusetts, so we'll be supporting each other and all that out in Colorado. A lot of other friends are also going, and some aren't. It's always sad to part at the end of the show and possibly not see some people you've been close with for a whole year! Luckily for me all my favorites are pretty much going to be on the same circuit as me for the rest of the year, so I don't have to shed any tears. Except for my friend Erica who I caravanned to Texas with...I don't know if I'll see her again til Arizona! And Katie Kaboom, the manager of Ophelia's. Since I'm also a manager, there's not many faires that we'd go to that would overlap. It's the nature of the road, though, and makes it all the better when you're reunited!
I should probably write a post reflecting on this show, but after this weekend (a 3 day) there isn't a huge crunch for time because Colorado doesn't start until the weekend after next. Sometime during the flurry of activity of packing up and getting ready next week I'll do that. Maybe.
We're coming up on the last weekend of Scarborough, and I'm really excited to move on to the next faire, in Colorado. Not because I don't LOOOOOOOVE it here, because I really do, but because it's FUCKING HOT and I'm tired of being a total sweaty gross mess every day, of not being able to stay in my tent for fear of heatstroke, of not being able to sit still at night because I'm being devoured by mosquitos. I'm tired of waking up with horrible, oozing spider bites that turn purple, and not being able to lay around all day with a boy (!!) because we can't touch each other without both turning into hot sweaty messes. That may or may not happen anyway, but.... I'll never tell. :) Well I'll tell a little...I have been hanging out with a boy, but he is not going to be my boyfriend, we're just enjoying each other's company. We may or may not continue our tryst in Colorado, but either way I'm having a good time and enjoying the benefits of a friend with benefits. Anyway...
I'm driving to Colorado with my friend Bobby Booom, who has quickly become my best friend out here. Trust me to find the gayest black man on any festival circuit ever to become my sistie bestie. His normal traveling companion is going to a different faire in massachusetts, so we'll be supporting each other and all that out in Colorado. A lot of other friends are also going, and some aren't. It's always sad to part at the end of the show and possibly not see some people you've been close with for a whole year! Luckily for me all my favorites are pretty much going to be on the same circuit as me for the rest of the year, so I don't have to shed any tears. Except for my friend Erica who I caravanned to Texas with...I don't know if I'll see her again til Arizona! And Katie Kaboom, the manager of Ophelia's. Since I'm also a manager, there's not many faires that we'd go to that would overlap. It's the nature of the road, though, and makes it all the better when you're reunited!
I should probably write a post reflecting on this show, but after this weekend (a 3 day) there isn't a huge crunch for time because Colorado doesn't start until the weekend after next. Sometime during the flurry of activity of packing up and getting ready next week I'll do that. Maybe.
Friday, May 4, 2012
ooh, a piece of candy!
Remember a few entries ago where I said that I kept smelling skunks, but it turned out to be the pot instead? Well, early this morning I woke up because I was smelling a horrible smell. At first I thought the wind was at an unfortunate angle from the portajohns (which are SO gross here...seriously, why is this the most expensive show to camp at? There's NEVER any toilet paper and they only get cleaned on Friday and Monday.) However, after a few minutes I realized it was real SKUNK smell. A skunk must have been skunkin' along when it came across someone's dog or cat and SKUNKED it. The smell was gone when I woke up, so it wasn't a dead skunk at least. That shit lingers for days and days, and we're all already dealing with the rancid, twice-a-week cleaned portajohn smell. Seriously, it's horrifying in there. I had to buy my own toilet paper because it always runs out like, the day after they clean and refill it. There are only like 3 johns for the entire lower road to use and it gets pretty nasty.
Here's a funny rennie bathroom story: I'm used to either using the portas or the "flushies", which as the name implies are real toilets. I only use them when I'm somewhere on site or at the Junque because they're right there, but they have automatic flush so basically I haven't touched a toilet flush knob in a while. So the other day I was in Starbucks and had to tinkle, and as I was leaving I touched the door handle and thought "Something is wrong..." and I realized that I'd almost walked out without flushing, because I haven't had to do it in so long! What a heathen I'm turning into.
Speaking of heathens, I was taking a shower this morning when a small baby child climbed under all the stalls and INTO MY STALL, and stood there staring at me as I backed into the corner, holding my razor and stammering, 'uh....go on...go find mommy....!" a hand reached under the stall and grabbed the child as a disembodied voice apologized, but the damaged had been done and I was blushing so hard. Not that it matters but this is the SECOND time a baby has just WALKED into my stall while I was showering (shaving my legs, as a matter of fact...bless you, free showers!) and all the mom has done is been like, 'nooo, don't do that....' and then the kid did it anyway. the first mom at least sounded a bit embarrassed, but today she was just laughing 'my daughter is a peeping tom!' I'm not saying they need to slap their kids around or anything, but some parents just seem reluctant to discipline their kids. It may have to do with the fact that there are people EVERYWHERE and EVERYONE can see what you're doing.
I was part of a conversation last week where a girl who's been on the road for 10 years made an offhand comment that confirmed my worst nightmare: that people are WATCHING YOU. No matter what you do, people notice, and I've been trying so hard to tell myself that no one cares what I do or what I'm up to. I'm sure that no one cares, but they still see. I like to just appear places on my own terms and have people see me when I want them to, but that's all lost here. I've been woken up to go take someone on errands, people force me to be social when I was planning on spending the day in bed reading...more often than not, it ends up being a good time, although I had to flee last night because some band was playing about Unconditional Love and Good Trades and I Need A Miracle and Do You Want To Be Free, and there is a LIMIT to the amount of hippie nonsense I can tolerate and I just could. not. So I went home and enjoyed my lingering stoned-ness and ate some chips and played angry birds. And then I woke up to skunk smells and then I took a shower with a tiny peeping tom!
Really though, I'm having an amazing time and am so glad to be here, and really sad that the faire is ending in 5 weeks. It feels like I've been here forever, whereas in Arizona the time flew by. I'm going to continue making the most of my time here, though.
Goodbye for now!
Here's a funny rennie bathroom story: I'm used to either using the portas or the "flushies", which as the name implies are real toilets. I only use them when I'm somewhere on site or at the Junque because they're right there, but they have automatic flush so basically I haven't touched a toilet flush knob in a while. So the other day I was in Starbucks and had to tinkle, and as I was leaving I touched the door handle and thought "Something is wrong..." and I realized that I'd almost walked out without flushing, because I haven't had to do it in so long! What a heathen I'm turning into.
Speaking of heathens, I was taking a shower this morning when a small baby child climbed under all the stalls and INTO MY STALL, and stood there staring at me as I backed into the corner, holding my razor and stammering, 'uh....go on...go find mommy....!" a hand reached under the stall and grabbed the child as a disembodied voice apologized, but the damaged had been done and I was blushing so hard. Not that it matters but this is the SECOND time a baby has just WALKED into my stall while I was showering (shaving my legs, as a matter of fact...bless you, free showers!) and all the mom has done is been like, 'nooo, don't do that....' and then the kid did it anyway. the first mom at least sounded a bit embarrassed, but today she was just laughing 'my daughter is a peeping tom!' I'm not saying they need to slap their kids around or anything, but some parents just seem reluctant to discipline their kids. It may have to do with the fact that there are people EVERYWHERE and EVERYONE can see what you're doing.
I was part of a conversation last week where a girl who's been on the road for 10 years made an offhand comment that confirmed my worst nightmare: that people are WATCHING YOU. No matter what you do, people notice, and I've been trying so hard to tell myself that no one cares what I do or what I'm up to. I'm sure that no one cares, but they still see. I like to just appear places on my own terms and have people see me when I want them to, but that's all lost here. I've been woken up to go take someone on errands, people force me to be social when I was planning on spending the day in bed reading...more often than not, it ends up being a good time, although I had to flee last night because some band was playing about Unconditional Love and Good Trades and I Need A Miracle and Do You Want To Be Free, and there is a LIMIT to the amount of hippie nonsense I can tolerate and I just could. not. So I went home and enjoyed my lingering stoned-ness and ate some chips and played angry birds. And then I woke up to skunk smells and then I took a shower with a tiny peeping tom!
Really though, I'm having an amazing time and am so glad to be here, and really sad that the faire is ending in 5 weeks. It feels like I've been here forever, whereas in Arizona the time flew by. I'm going to continue making the most of my time here, though.
Goodbye for now!
Monday, April 23, 2012
I made friends with a tiny dinosaur
Finally, a weekend that was sunny both days! Sunday was still slooooow, and my blood sugar was at an all time low, all day, no matter how much I ate or drank or took energy shots. I just could not be energetic or enthusiastic about anything. It all started because I spilled toothpaste on my only bodice. We managed to kind of get it out but I still need to take it to the dry cleaner's. I've had it for a year and it's never been washed so it needs to go anyway. I'm getting a new bodice next week, she's making it especially for me out of this fabric that I love and goes perfectly with the rest of my outfit, so that's exciting. CLOTHES! more appropriately, garb, but I HATE calling my faire clothes Garb, it's so...I don't know. It just makes my skin crawl. so, CLOTHES!
There's nothing much new to report. I really love the people I've been hanging out with, they're all good kids and they UNDERSTAND MY SENSE OF HUMOR which is something I never really found in Arizona. They were in Arizona, too, but we didn't really hang out there.
This is my favorite faire I've done so far. It's not strict like the other two I've done which are both owned by the same guy. I'm working with 2 girls who I love and who are silly like me and who both like drinking as much as I do. I'm never lonely, but when I want to be alone my friends know to let me have my alone time. Oh, and I got a raise!
Did you know that there are 6 separate magazines all dedicated to the Civil War? At this bookshop/cafe I'm in, there's a section of magazines dedicated to war stuff and I've counted at least 6 so far, JUST about the civil war. IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY? There's also one about the Wild West, Cowboys& Indians, Western Art Collector, Art of the West, Southwestern Art, etc. There's a magazine called Warbird, and another magazine called WarbirdS. :| the insanity! There's also one called Gothic Beauty, but I can't see the cover so I don't know what it's really about. It's in with the tattoo magazines and High Times and other marijuana-centric magazines, so it might just be pictures of "goth" girls with tattoos. I could just get up and look, but there's a fence in between me and the magazines and I'm lazy.
Didn't you love this interesting entry about hating words and my friends and all the magazines I can look at? I guess it's a good thing that shit isn't going down and I'm just living my life like normal.
Oh, I have a new roommate. She is a GIGANTIC spider, like, larger than a quarter. She has spun a web in between the top of my tent and the rain fly, and since she's moved in, I haven't seen a single flying bug inside my tent, so I'm letting her stay. As long as she isn't actually INSIDE the tent it's fine. I named her Spinderella.
There's nothing much new to report. I really love the people I've been hanging out with, they're all good kids and they UNDERSTAND MY SENSE OF HUMOR which is something I never really found in Arizona. They were in Arizona, too, but we didn't really hang out there.
This is my favorite faire I've done so far. It's not strict like the other two I've done which are both owned by the same guy. I'm working with 2 girls who I love and who are silly like me and who both like drinking as much as I do. I'm never lonely, but when I want to be alone my friends know to let me have my alone time. Oh, and I got a raise!
Did you know that there are 6 separate magazines all dedicated to the Civil War? At this bookshop/cafe I'm in, there's a section of magazines dedicated to war stuff and I've counted at least 6 so far, JUST about the civil war. IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY? There's also one about the Wild West, Cowboys& Indians, Western Art Collector, Art of the West, Southwestern Art, etc. There's a magazine called Warbird, and another magazine called WarbirdS. :| the insanity! There's also one called Gothic Beauty, but I can't see the cover so I don't know what it's really about. It's in with the tattoo magazines and High Times and other marijuana-centric magazines, so it might just be pictures of "goth" girls with tattoos. I could just get up and look, but there's a fence in between me and the magazines and I'm lazy.
Didn't you love this interesting entry about hating words and my friends and all the magazines I can look at? I guess it's a good thing that shit isn't going down and I'm just living my life like normal.
Oh, I have a new roommate. She is a GIGANTIC spider, like, larger than a quarter. She has spun a web in between the top of my tent and the rain fly, and since she's moved in, I haven't seen a single flying bug inside my tent, so I'm letting her stay. As long as she isn't actually INSIDE the tent it's fine. I named her Spinderella.
Monday, April 9, 2012
this is where the deceit begins
One weekend down! I really enjoy this faire...the site is really cool and the food is amazing and there's The Junque...an on-site restaurant near the end of the campgrounds (probably a 5 minute walk from my house) and the showers where you can grab VERY reasonably priced food (not that I've eaten there yet, just gone after work for a couple beers.) I think it's really cool to have a place like that right on-site...it's not for patrons, just us. Everybody's known about this place for a million years I'm sure but HEY I'M NEW! At least I have a few friends who are newbies too. Everyone just seems more laid back and happy to be here than in Arizona.
I DEFINITELY enjoy my job about a million times more than selling the wings in Arizona. God, I hated it by the end. But I already knew I liked working at Ophelia's, since I manage it in NC, but I didn't know what it would be like working with Katie and Colleen. It's great! Katie always makes sure to run out and grab drinks for us and make sure we're okay and have eaten and all that. And I can just walk out to go to the bathroom instead of storing it up all day for my 2 thirty minute breaks. We were all sitting and having a beer and a cigarette at the end of the day (you're allowed to openly drink on the premises here! amazing!) and Katie gave me a long pep talk about how they both love me and she can tell already that we're going to be the A team and we're going to rock it out because I'm so perfect for the job, etc, really nice stuff. It was really great to hear!
Afterwards I went to the Junque and met up with my friends, continued a conversation I'd had with a boy I'd met the night before about my fake son, Davy Jones (that's a whole other entry) and just hung out and relaxed. I gave my garlic knots to a boy I'd just met, and we became instant friends and he also gave me a really awesome pep-talk and massaged a huuuuuge knot out of my shoulder while encouraging me to let out all my bottled up anxieties, which really helped. He said he'd never felt a muscle relax so much just from someone talking. I met up again with the other boy and we went back to his van (!!) and sat up talking all night, and I passed out there. Hmm, I think I might like him? We'll see. He made me laugh really hard several times, and that's pretty good for someone I just met. If you're not funny or don't have a good sense of humor, we're not going to be friends. Or we can be friends, I just won't like you that much. :)
There's a party tonight, which I am definitely going to, although I kind of just wish I could hang out in my tent and watch movies all night. If I had an actual long-lasting laptop battery, that would be feasible, but as it is, that's not going to happen, so party I will. As for right now, I'm just contemplating what to eat for dinner and googling albino models and counter-culture webpages about hippie shit. I read a thing and saw some pictures about Rainbow Gatherings and was like, ha! That's my whole life! Kind of. When we were sitting outside the shop with our beers, the hypnotist walked by and said 'Look honey, hippies!' and I was like, 'nuh uh! these legs are smooooooooth' and kicked my leg out. I love you, free showers! It was getting a little Ani Difranco in Arizona, to be frank, because I didn't feel like spending 3 bucks on a 10 minute shower, so I'd just hop in and out in 5 minutes and be done with it. I do have one dreadlock though, that used to be a padawan braid that Larkyn made for me, but now it's a dreadlock and it's even growing out locked. Maybe I'll get a bead for it.
I was supposed to run errands today but I'm so fried. Tomorrow I'll probably be fried, too! There's no rush, and I won't starve. I like coming into town here, too, because the starbucks is nice and it's not as far as it was in Arizona. Lalala. Til next time!
I DEFINITELY enjoy my job about a million times more than selling the wings in Arizona. God, I hated it by the end. But I already knew I liked working at Ophelia's, since I manage it in NC, but I didn't know what it would be like working with Katie and Colleen. It's great! Katie always makes sure to run out and grab drinks for us and make sure we're okay and have eaten and all that. And I can just walk out to go to the bathroom instead of storing it up all day for my 2 thirty minute breaks. We were all sitting and having a beer and a cigarette at the end of the day (you're allowed to openly drink on the premises here! amazing!) and Katie gave me a long pep talk about how they both love me and she can tell already that we're going to be the A team and we're going to rock it out because I'm so perfect for the job, etc, really nice stuff. It was really great to hear!
Afterwards I went to the Junque and met up with my friends, continued a conversation I'd had with a boy I'd met the night before about my fake son, Davy Jones (that's a whole other entry) and just hung out and relaxed. I gave my garlic knots to a boy I'd just met, and we became instant friends and he also gave me a really awesome pep-talk and massaged a huuuuuge knot out of my shoulder while encouraging me to let out all my bottled up anxieties, which really helped. He said he'd never felt a muscle relax so much just from someone talking. I met up again with the other boy and we went back to his van (!!) and sat up talking all night, and I passed out there. Hmm, I think I might like him? We'll see. He made me laugh really hard several times, and that's pretty good for someone I just met. If you're not funny or don't have a good sense of humor, we're not going to be friends. Or we can be friends, I just won't like you that much. :)
There's a party tonight, which I am definitely going to, although I kind of just wish I could hang out in my tent and watch movies all night. If I had an actual long-lasting laptop battery, that would be feasible, but as it is, that's not going to happen, so party I will. As for right now, I'm just contemplating what to eat for dinner and googling albino models and counter-culture webpages about hippie shit. I read a thing and saw some pictures about Rainbow Gatherings and was like, ha! That's my whole life! Kind of. When we were sitting outside the shop with our beers, the hypnotist walked by and said 'Look honey, hippies!' and I was like, 'nuh uh! these legs are smooooooooth' and kicked my leg out. I love you, free showers! It was getting a little Ani Difranco in Arizona, to be frank, because I didn't feel like spending 3 bucks on a 10 minute shower, so I'd just hop in and out in 5 minutes and be done with it. I do have one dreadlock though, that used to be a padawan braid that Larkyn made for me, but now it's a dreadlock and it's even growing out locked. Maybe I'll get a bead for it.
I was supposed to run errands today but I'm so fried. Tomorrow I'll probably be fried, too! There's no rush, and I won't starve. I like coming into town here, too, because the starbucks is nice and it's not as far as it was in Arizona. Lalala. Til next time!
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Not A Happy Camper
Well, here I am in Texas. Yesterday/today we drove about 14 hours straight, and finally had to pull over to nap at a rest stop in Nowheresville, Texas. Then we drove the remaining 3 hours here to the faire.
It's sticky here. Even now that it's cooled down a little I can feel so much humidity. My hair and skin won't be so dry, at least, but it's a trade-off for hair that gets dirty faster. At least the showers are free here!
Since there are woods here, and an awesome creek and waterfall, it feels more like a real campground. The falls are so beautiful, I can't wait to wade through on a hot day. Wading through running water is one of my favorite things in to do in the whole world.
I can tell there are things about it here that I'm going to like, but after the harrowing trip, as well as irritation from PMS and the fact that the ground is so muddy and things seem a little disorganized and I spilled my water jug INSIDE the tent, and texas is even more uncomfortably jesusy than NC, I am feeling rather homesick. It's my mom's birthday and I called them and after I talked to my dad I had to sit in my car and have a little cry. It's no wonder, with the stress of tearing down the booth and then my own car and then a 17 hour drive by myself. But then I ate something, and now I'm going to sleep so tomorrow will be better.
I'm going to be more social this show, just by necessity. I did manage to find a spot that's pretty isolated, but it's still closer to people than my spot in AZ. I'm closer to some friends, too. There's only one spot directly next to mine, and the others are separated by a little path that will become a stream when it rains, or a growth of trees, or the road. My friend Mindy, one of the girls I caravanned with, was going to use the neighboring spot, but her tent didn't fit so she had to move. Hopefully no one will move there now, or if they do they're someone cool and not annoying.
A lot of people say this is their favorite show, and a fun party show, so I have high hopes (not too high of course, no need to have any hopes dashed...) but right now I'm feeling kind of disillusioned. Time for sleep, and a better day tomorrow.
It's sticky here. Even now that it's cooled down a little I can feel so much humidity. My hair and skin won't be so dry, at least, but it's a trade-off for hair that gets dirty faster. At least the showers are free here!
Since there are woods here, and an awesome creek and waterfall, it feels more like a real campground. The falls are so beautiful, I can't wait to wade through on a hot day. Wading through running water is one of my favorite things in to do in the whole world.
I can tell there are things about it here that I'm going to like, but after the harrowing trip, as well as irritation from PMS and the fact that the ground is so muddy and things seem a little disorganized and I spilled my water jug INSIDE the tent, and texas is even more uncomfortably jesusy than NC, I am feeling rather homesick. It's my mom's birthday and I called them and after I talked to my dad I had to sit in my car and have a little cry. It's no wonder, with the stress of tearing down the booth and then my own car and then a 17 hour drive by myself. But then I ate something, and now I'm going to sleep so tomorrow will be better.
I'm going to be more social this show, just by necessity. I did manage to find a spot that's pretty isolated, but it's still closer to people than my spot in AZ. I'm closer to some friends, too. There's only one spot directly next to mine, and the others are separated by a little path that will become a stream when it rains, or a growth of trees, or the road. My friend Mindy, one of the girls I caravanned with, was going to use the neighboring spot, but her tent didn't fit so she had to move. Hopefully no one will move there now, or if they do they're someone cool and not annoying.
A lot of people say this is their favorite show, and a fun party show, so I have high hopes (not too high of course, no need to have any hopes dashed...) but right now I'm feeling kind of disillusioned. Time for sleep, and a better day tomorrow.
Monday, April 2, 2012
the last night
Sometimes I can be really sentimental and give great meaning to things arbitrarily, and must make everything symbolic and meaningful. For instance, during the music jams this week (there was one Tuesday and Wednesday, which made me happy.) and when I left I thought to myself, 'This is The Last Music Jam...' and looked back wistfully. That sort of thing. Normally, for the last weekend of faire I'd be very reverential, but it ISN'T the last weekend of faire...that last weekend of faire for me isn't until November!
Anyway, tonight is The Last Night in Arizona, so I ate at In-N-Out one last time for a year, and now I'm at Starbucks because I had to buy my friend an Arizona mug, and also to look at the computer some and download some podcasts to listen to on my long drive tomorrow. Normally I'd be more reverential but I am EXHAUSTED and feeling a bit shaky and strange after today.
I offered to help tear down the pirate booth with Patrick and Asher, for the extra cash. Well let me tell you, it was quite a harrowing experience. I must be just in some weird hormonal in-between time, because I was angry and irritated all day, and I'd have mood swings where I'd go from being fine to being pissed off and wanting to burn the place down. It's horrible, tedious, mind-numbing, dumb work, and I hated every minute of it, but I got through it. There's really no end in sight for annoying days, maybe in 2 weeks? I just want to sleep, which I will very very soon. I certainly won't be getting any til Wednesday night.
This will be my first time driving for LOOOONG stretches at a time...when I came from NC I had my aunt's boyfriend with me, so we switched back and forth. Even then it was my first time ever driving longer than about 3 hours at a time...about 7 hour shifts. God, thinking back on the crisis moments I had, and the weird hallucinating...argh. This will not be fun. But I can do it! I can do it. Yes, I can! I'm just gonna keep repeating it to myself til I'm not freaking out. At least in the car I can freak out and talk to myself and scream and stuff as much as I want, if I need to.
Alright, let's do this! (that is...go to bed and sleep until the sun wakes me up, get my money from yesterday, pack up the car, and head out. ARGH. My fingers are so jumpy. Please please please let me get some sleep tonight.)
Anyway, tonight is The Last Night in Arizona, so I ate at In-N-Out one last time for a year, and now I'm at Starbucks because I had to buy my friend an Arizona mug, and also to look at the computer some and download some podcasts to listen to on my long drive tomorrow. Normally I'd be more reverential but I am EXHAUSTED and feeling a bit shaky and strange after today.
I offered to help tear down the pirate booth with Patrick and Asher, for the extra cash. Well let me tell you, it was quite a harrowing experience. I must be just in some weird hormonal in-between time, because I was angry and irritated all day, and I'd have mood swings where I'd go from being fine to being pissed off and wanting to burn the place down. It's horrible, tedious, mind-numbing, dumb work, and I hated every minute of it, but I got through it. There's really no end in sight for annoying days, maybe in 2 weeks? I just want to sleep, which I will very very soon. I certainly won't be getting any til Wednesday night.
This will be my first time driving for LOOOONG stretches at a time...when I came from NC I had my aunt's boyfriend with me, so we switched back and forth. Even then it was my first time ever driving longer than about 3 hours at a time...about 7 hour shifts. God, thinking back on the crisis moments I had, and the weird hallucinating...argh. This will not be fun. But I can do it! I can do it. Yes, I can! I'm just gonna keep repeating it to myself til I'm not freaking out. At least in the car I can freak out and talk to myself and scream and stuff as much as I want, if I need to.
Alright, let's do this! (that is...go to bed and sleep until the sun wakes me up, get my money from yesterday, pack up the car, and head out. ARGH. My fingers are so jumpy. Please please please let me get some sleep tonight.)
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