Long Weekends

D didn't come home this weekend, he stayed in SF to work and finish something that's turning out to not get finished anyway. He'll be home this evening. The deal was that he work over the weekend, then get six days off for Thanksgiving weekend.

Last Thursday night I went to R's house. We bought groceries and cooked dinner, hung out with his housemates and some guy. I spent the night. It was the first time I slept there. I hardly slept at all. I'm not used to being in strange beds. After R got up early for work, I came home and got a couple hours solid sleep. That night, Friday, P visited and we got a chance to talk quite a bit about personal things. We were going to watch a movie, but talking in front of the fire was more fun. R came over later and slept here so we could leave together in the morning.

Saturday, R drove me up to Potter Valley to visit my parents and then to Ukiah to wander around for a few hours on an experimental drug and wait for our friend John to get off work. We got the keys to his house where we went after getting too cold to be outside and too tripped out to be at the brewery. We talked, the drug was pretty good for that. Otherwise, it was very mild and mediocre. Other than a few sudden shifts in perspective and space when it first came on while we hung out in a playground, it was not much of a psychedelic, not much of anything. I think it would be more interesting with a higher dose.

When John got home from work he gave us beer and invited his new girlfriend over. She's tall and pretty. Very pretty, an actress, and she knows how to use her eyes to seduce men. It was fun to watch. She didn't say much, but her smile and eyes said, “I'm cute and I know it and I want you all to love me”. Who could say no?

She and John went to her house and R and I crashed there. In the morning, John returned with his girlfriend to cook us a delicious healthy breakfast. Then we went to the brewery to load the back of R's truck with 5 gallon containers of used organic soybean oil to fuel his van.

We drove east through Boonville to the coast, then down beautiful Highway 1 to get home. It's the long way and took us all day since we were drinking water laced with piper methysticum (Kava Kava) extract and we stopped a few times. First for lunch in Boonville, then to see the lighthouse in Point Arena where we climbed the 145 steps to the top and got a little lighthouse history from a museum employee.

We stopped in Salt Point and hiked down to the beach, me carrying my camera equipment and R carrying my portable Underwood typewriter. I got a few shots of the thing and some amazing rocks but I wasn't feeling inspired since it's not what I've been envisioning for the project. I was enjoying photographing him much more and I think that's the way it's been for me recently. I'm bored with inanimate objects. I want people in my photos.

We stopped at the Indian restaurant in Jenner for dinner and he brought me home, but then we decided to play miniature golf. Golf was closed so we spent a few minutes checking out the arcade games instead before he dropped me off at home.

Monday I tried to catch up on work but worked on other personal creative projects instead (that's pretty much the story of my work week so far since I still can not focus at all). R called that evening to invite me to a dinner that HG (Histrionic Girl) was cooking.

I almost didn't go because I was stressed about work and feeling like I was spending much too much time with R. He talked me into it, saying it was too late to worry about getting too attached. Dinner was good and then everyone went to the living room to bang on drums along with a guy who played guitar. I'm not a drummer and I'm not able to be musical around people, so I pretty much just watched.

After being around HG a few times now, I actually really like her. The five guys who were feeding me negative information about her for the past several months are pussies for making her out to be some kind of monster. I'm disappointed in their view of me, fearing for me, as if they think I'm so weak that meeting her would be detrimental to my emotional survival. She's actually pretty nice, smart, and cool. She's just a young girl with some problems. Big deal.

Posted by Ari at 10:48:59

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