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twenty fourth august | five thirty post meridiem
Hedge(bustle)row
(This is a steadily-unrolling scroll of mentalism, so if you think you've read this already, scroll down.)
If I had any balls whatsoever I would say see ya to work three days early and prelude my trip with a little swing by Burning Man. Maenad has an extra ticket; we played roulette at the Indian Casino by my house today (I lost $40), with her boyfriend (who's totally nice) and the other girl who completes their party. I've already agreed to go up to Whidbey Island this Mon and Tues to help work with marine stuff; they don't leave until Wed evening, so I could still do that. It wouldn't even be three days early, more like two and a half. It'd be a little expensive but would hardly break me. We'd get back on the 1st; I'd still have two days to prepare before leaving on the 3rd, or could put that off a few days.
Ok, I called about the ticket. It's not hers; it belongs to another guy who can't go. She's gonna call back with his number.
She can't find the number, but it's her brother's friend in Portland, so I'm calling him right now.
He wasn't home, so I left a message. I told him he could call collect, since it's long distance. Is this good adequate politeness or passive-aggressive weediness? I always tell people they can call me collect when I'm asking a favor of them and they never do.
Why didn't I consider this an option two months ago? I thought it'd be too expensive, but ~$400 (only $100 for the ticket if it isn't gone yet) for a reallyreally cool weekend isn't that much on top of a ~$5,000 road trip. I thought it'd be uncomfortable to go with M's boyfriend (who I hadn't met yet)? Nah, that's a super lame excuse and totally not the case. I thought it'd be too much fun and I didn't deserve it even though I've saved like John Smoltz this last year and have had no life and only sporadic fun? Yes yes, absolutely; deprivation can become an obligation as well as a habit.
He hasn't called back yet. He and his wife have a new baby and are probably wheeling her along down by the river or something. It's a beautiful Sunday here in the NW, and it's usually a little nicer in P than O.
I think I'm definitely gonna go, even if this guy's ticket is already sold. $225 at the gate - it's a bit much but once again, won't break me. Talking about finances, and definite sums, in an online diary seems kinda tasteless. I'll stop now.
Oh shit, I'll need shit to barter with. I'm the least crafty person ever and have like, 12 hours worth of free time between now and 5 pm Wed. I'll be on Whidbey, should I try to find a bunch of shells or live crabs or seaweed hair-ties or something? Does everyone plan for this like 11.5 months in advance or are there a fair amount of schlubs like me who hitch a ride at the last minute? I have neither drugs nor sandals. I do, however, have a bike.
Rachel was planning to go this year, she told me at our last meeting. She went every year. She would've been a ton of fun to go with. Maybe no drugs is a good thing lest I end up crying into quicksand. My emotions about this have been pretty steady, though I still can't read any commentaries about her or visit her memorial yet. Ok, enough.
I'm going to post this now before I get any more manic.
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Ok, it's set, I'm going even though we haven't worked the ticket thing out yet. Like I said, I'll be out of the office Mon & Tues and then only in long enough to wrap up a few things on Wed, so consider me vamoosed from Stout Porks (send any email to goth underscore casual at earthlink dot net).
Though I'll probably regret it, I'm going to give Maenad's bfriend the pseudonym "Daddy". Daddy is a great cook and has that all taken care of so I guess I'll just chip in extra for gas. I need water, barterables, and a costume. I've been looking at some BM sites for ideas... good lord! My eyeballs, my virgin eyeballs! The tummy bulge and training-sized lovehandles that have attached themselves to me in the last year: grrr. Dammit this could be so much fun but I have almost 0 time to shop.