well, you’ve already read about my friday evening distributing fliers and being a blarney star, so i may as well tell y’all about the rest of the weekend.
saturday morning started with a headache and dry mouth, from too much THC and not enough water nor sleep. so, first thing i get up and swallow my vitamins and 16oz. of water. and then another pint for good measure. next, into the bathroom for my morning ablutions – oh, how i love to be sprayed by cool water in the morning; my shower has deliciously high water pressure, considering its water-saving design.
downstairs to the kitchen, my little galley kitchen. (i wonder where my roommate is?) horizon organic yogurt and some grapefruit juice will have to do for the time being.
next, it was time to head over to Zack and Amy’s house for some TFO set-building. Ducky was already there, sitting in the living room while Amy and Zack were going back and forth with each other about the agenda for the day. i’m always slightly uncomfortable when i see people i care about in conflict, but it seemed to be somewhat good-natured, so i relaxed. conflict of the marital sort always reminds me of my parents when i was a child, and the seemingly constant fear of my family’s dissolution (they are still married).
out in the backyard, Zack, Ducky, and I started to prepare some work areas, making tables out of sawhorses and plywood sheets. Ducky got busy painting a swarm of mannequins as zombie-whores, and Zack and I started working on some trash-can tables and some pieces of wood to use as signs for the motel-themed signage. I hadn’t used a scroll saw in a while, so I had to refresh my memory by fucking up a cut or two. Oh, yeah, that’s how you do it!
zack decided to head over to a hardware store to pick up some metal trash-cans, the corrugated variety that used to be all the rage. i cut out some circles of plywood to use as table-tops and shelves, and upholstered them in some black flannel that zack had laying around. he didn’t have any staples to fit the gun i wanted to use, so i had to use some white glue instead, which made the process take several times longer than it had to. *sigh*
while i was working on the tables, i got a call from Karen Roze, my tattooist. she wanted to tell me to cancel tomorrow’s appointment because there were just too many people there for her to concentrate properly on my back. i was disappointed with that but it’s cool. i don’t want my piece to be flawed by a lack of concentration. suddenly my sunday was freed up.
i finished the tables and it was time to go. darin and christy had arrived a while before and were arranging the sign parts i had made, christy was painting the words, ducky had made up the zombie-whores, amy made sandwiches and stuff for us to eat, as well as planning the next stage in this set-making.
goodbyes were shared and i was driving home, passed the sacramento children’s home, up 24th street, and to my apartment on v street, where another cooling shower called out to me. clean again, i pointed the big ole chrysler over to tom’s place, where the Sacramento Valley Bears were holding their 8th Slumbear Party. After renewing my membership and paying the fee to enter, i walked through the garage into the backyard and the sea of naked men. i was actually pretty bored with it all, but i was catching up with a few people i hadn’t seen in a long time. i changed clothes into my swim trunks, and dove in. some freak came up to me and without even introducing himself started to touch my nipples and take my shorts off. if i hadn’t been too tired from my day in the hot sun, i would have fed him a fist, but instead i gave him some sharp words that momentarily stopped the entire backyard in i
ts tracks. fortunately, my tongue seems to be endowed with more wit than my hands are now, and this dude slunk away from me like the socially-inept fool that he is. sheesh!
truly, though, the party was kinda dull, and a new leather bar was opening that night, and all but about 12 folks were gone by midnight. it was at this point that i started giving out some neck and shoulder massages, and business cards. a man would sit down in front of me and i would work on him for about 10 minutes or so, give him a card, and he’d head off to sleep.
i couldn’t really sleep though, until about 0300 – i was the last person awake, which is kinda normal for me at these events.
next morning, i woke up around 0900 to the sound of tom’s phone ringing – it was his sister calling from a european vacation asking about their father. he’s fine. i helped tom make some coffee and get out the muffins and fruit salad and stuff. then another dip in the pool, sans trunks. (actually, i did go naked the night before, but i waited until that buffoon was gone. i just wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.) a cup of coffee, some juice, and half a lemon-blueberry muffin from costco later, and i was ready for my sunday to begin, which meant heading off to chuck and gordon’s for some work on the lazy bear weekend meal deal email, and some more swimming, this time in their pool. since i didn’t have to go tattooing, i could just relax and take it easy. dinner was at the incredibly tawdry hometown buffet with chuck, gordon, joan, and frank, and consisted of some zucchini steamed with herbs, some white fish steamed with herbs, rice and blackeyed peas, some cucumber salad and a teensy bit of bread pudding and frozen yogurt.
i edited gordon’s copy and sent it out to the folks from last year’s event. homeward bound, and into my comfy bed.
Tawdry Talk! has pictures.
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