Mark Twain once said “Go to Heaven for the climate, and Hell for the company.” Well if I could be guaranteed the people I hung out with this week would be there, I’d go damn near anywhere for their company. It was one of those weeks that just seems to contain just about damn near everything. Hell, I would almost say that I lived an entire life in one week, or at least got a snapshot of a life. I’d love to go completely in depth here, but it would end up being even longer than my last post. So I’m going to try to give ya’ll a good idea of it anyway.
This week I drove almost 1300 miles. I rediscovered back-roads I forgot existed. I got lost and didn’t care, just let my tires roll on over blacktop I had never seen before. I visited big cities and small towns. I drove through cities like Dallas and Fort Worth. I cruised through Normangee, Jewett, Mexia and Blooming Garden. I stopped for food in Waxahachie and North Zulch. I drove through towns that were nothing more than a city limit sign, towns like Flynn, Purdon, Farrar and Mecca. I stopped at a tiny gas station in Tehuacana, only to discover that the line for the bathroom was no less than 15 people long. I rolled down my windows and cranked up some classic rock. I blasted such eclectic music as Ludo, Flogging Molly, Futuristic Sex Robotz, Stephen Lynch, Credence Clearwater Revival, Johnny Cash and The Bloodhound Gang.
I met and hung out with more people than I can count. I’ve met people I’d never met before, yet feel like I have known forever. I spent time with old comfortable friends and time with completely new ones. I dined with my Uncle, glad to finally get to see him again. I found people I feel like I could chat with forever and never get bored, friends I hope I have for the rest of my life.
I discussed a huge variety of topics, from all points of interest. I talked about roller coasters, history, video games and the different hierarchies of geeks. I discussed sex of all sorts: BDSM, orgies, oral, anal, wax, the pleasure of pain, cup sizes, deep throating, bad blowjobs, good blowjobs, leather, furries, frequency, porn and power bottoms. I talked about the meanings of L33t speak and IM speak for the future of the English language. I gabbed on about people and relationships, love and hate, and the best time period to live in. I mostly listened about sex toys and the best business plan to sell them, signed or otherwise. I talked about drawls and how I have one, even though I really can’t hear it.
I played cards: Gin, Cutthroat, 99, 31, the 4-card game and Poker (Both 5-card draw and Mexican style). I got absolutely wasted, making a complete fool of myself and not caring one whit. I had good sex and bad sex. I got into a fight and put a big hole in a wall. I got hit on more by one guy then I think I’ve ever been hit on by anyone. I attempted to go to the rodeo, only to get screwed by Houston traffic and decide to say fuck it and see Watchman instead. I clumsied it up and knocked over an entire bucket of popcorn. I laughed so hard my sides hurt, so hard I cried. I completely passed out still wearing my clothes. I played an amazing Steampunk tabletop game designed by Krythe. I sat on a balcony around a couple of candles, pretending it was a campfire on a beach somewhere. I learned some new phrases, including “3 knuckle shuffle,” “cookie party,” and a new meaning for “chasing tail.”
I felt pissed off, angry, furious and a little disappointed. I felt the sweet sting of cooling wax on my skin. I felt loved, lust, love, arousal and chemistry. I felt an unexpected hand on my ass, and an unexpecting ass under my hand. I felt cold as shit, perfectly wonderful and burning up. I felt like I was going to blow the contents of my stomach everywhere. I felt completely exhausted, way too hyper and perfectly rested. I felt bored, entertained and absolutely content with silence.
While I look back on it I know there are things that didn’t go well, moments were I was unhappy or pissed. But I’m having trouble focusing on those or really even caring. All those other amazing moments drown them out and make them seem much less important. I’m sure there’s a meaning there somewhere, but I’m not gonna draw it. I’ll leave that up to ya’ll. So now I’m back off to work, to see if I can gather up enough work hours for karma to toss me another play week like this one.
