Monday, March 19, 2007

Recuperating

Weekend Recap:
1. Friday night, Nash, Hoop, and I went on a casino cruise.
2. Nash was kind enough to offer his dogsitting services that day so we wouldn't have to bother coming home after work.
3. We showed our gratitude by scheduling appointments for the termite, satellite, and window people for when he was going to be there.
4. Aren't we nice?
5. The strange thing about the situation is, Hoop and I can't tell which windows were fixed. Nash had been too busy with the satellite guy to notice, and the framework and glass looks exactly the same. Most of them even have paint splatters and dust on them.

6. Despite our obvious confusion, we can't exactly be angry. The window company claims the invoice was paid by the previous owner.
7. I guess that's what you get for nothing, huh? Nothing.
8. Before getting on the boat that night, Hoop and I popped Dramamine.
9. I knew something was off when I started feeling sick before we'd even left the dock.
10. It would be MY luck that the motion sickness medicine would make me ill.
11. I sat upper deck all night while the boys gambled their money downstairs.
12. The boat and I had a long discussion. Apparently, boats and I don't see eye to eye.
13. It said, "I want you to throw up." I said, "But I don't want to throw up!" So we compromised. It promised not to make me sick and I promised not to leave my seat.
14. And I didn't.
15. Despite the 40 degree temperatures, my lack of decent clothing, the constant spray of salt water, and my solitude, I didn't move from my chair for four hours!*
16. The good news is, I didn't lose any money.
17. Saturday afternoon Hoop and I met up with Nash and their Mom at the outlet. She was on a mission...
18. Give Nash a make over.
19. It was warranted. The contents of his travel bag consisted of three national Guard Shirts and a couple pairs of cargo shorts. Hardly the wardrobe for picking up chicks in.
20. Did I mention? That was our mission Saturday night.
21. Sadly there would be no "action" that night. Unless you count...
Nash: Hey man, can I honk your horn?
Big Black Guy: No dude. I'm straight!
Nash: I meant your car horn.
Big Black Guy: Sure you did.
22. The rest of the night was amazing. There was bar hopping, beer drinking, sign stealing, and drum playing*.
23. The boys had play fights in the streets as I took pictures and laughed so hard I fell into puddles.
24. It was one of those nights that made you want to freeze time. Stay young. Stay drunk. Stay stupid. Stay happy.

* Instead I watched the birds dip and dive in the wake of the boat. Hypnotised by their dance over churned fish and the mind numbing cold, I dozed sleeplessly. I felt drugged. It was like forced meditation. I remember Hoop and Nash checking up on me. The very sound of their voices made my stomach heave. They left and people wandered past, smoking cigarettes and cursing their bad luck. But for the most part, I was alone. Sitting there in the cold, with my feet dangling over the rail and my eyes on black water, I felt like I was dying. Truly. Not the oh-my-god-I-drank-too-much feeling of wanting to die either. It felt like I'd turned something off inside of me and my soul was slowly seeping out. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, which made me nervous. So I woke myself from the daze and stood up. The contents of my head sloshed around for a minute and I was tempted to sit back down. But the tables were closing and I knew Hoop and Nash would be around in a minute to retrieve me. We slept on the floor that night for an hour as the ship moved back to port. The carpet looked like it had been ripped from an abandoned hotel. The characters around us were shady. Transients with no hope and no money. They'd lost something that night. I felt like I had won something back.

* We were leaving the last bar when I noticed a crowd gathering further down the street. As we got closer we could hear the drums, frantic pulsating beats that were nearly drowned out by the cries and cheers of the people. What started as five dancers quickly became ten, and then 20, and then 30. A mob formed in the road, bodies writhing and jumping to the music. We all looked at each other, grinning, unable to help ourselves. People who had once claimed they couldn't dance, did. There was no hesitation to our movements. We were drunk on the moment. Cars stopped, unable to move. There was dancing in the headlights and cries of, "No pass!" Those too drunk to care flashed body parts. We cheered and laughed at the pure abandon. Sweating and panting, we broke from the mob. We knew it was better to leave before it ended. "That's never going to happen again!" I cried out to the guys over the fading noise. "But they'll try," Hoop replied. And of course, they will. But it will never be the same again.

WWC pictures tomorrow!

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13 Comments:

At 19 March, 2007, Blogger mamalujo1 said...

Sounds like you got some of the "special" dramamine. I thought that stuff was just antihistamine anyway. They do a drumming thing like that most every evening on the beach in Siesta Key. When are you going to answer your questions?

 
At 19 March, 2007, Blogger Tink said...

Mamalujo: The shit should be called crackedomine. I'm never taking it again. As for my questions, I would have answered them had I seen them. I see some for Tamara, Antiprincess, Thomma Lyn, Mignon, Spellconjurer, and Ms. Feral. None for me. *Pout* No love.

 
At 19 March, 2007, Blogger Tink said...

Oop. Found it! If it had been in it's own little cute post like the others... ;)

 
At 19 March, 2007, Blogger Newt said...

Ha ha ha - sounds like a fun weekend. Drunken abandon is a good thing. Sorry to hear about the boat cruise though. That kinda sucks. But you had an interesting philosophical thought to go with it.

 
At 19 March, 2007, Blogger Jay said...

"Nash: Hey man, can I honk your horn?
Big Black Guy: No dude. I'm straight!"


hahaha .. not as funny as "yodeling in the canyon of love" (which I'm never going to stop laughing at) but still very funny.

Great weekend.

I wish I could write like you.

 
At 19 March, 2007, Blogger Gracey said...

How much money did Hoop lose?? You may have felt sicker than a dog but at least you didn't lose any of your own money! Was it worth it? :)

 
At 19 March, 2007, Blogger Chris said...

I get motion sick, too - but I think I'll pass on the dramamine... I've seen a drumming circle form like that once before - it's pretty primal and amazing, isn't it?!

 
At 19 March, 2007, Blogger meno said...

I'm having some fun trying to decide what sick behavior "honk you horn" means.

 
At 19 March, 2007, Blogger Ellie said...

With the exception of the motion sickness, it sounds like you had a kick butt weekend!

 
At 19 March, 2007, Blogger gawilli said...

You write beautifully - even when you write about not feeling well, the words are striking.

There's a lot to be said for those times when you know "it just doesn't get any better!" Even when you are old!

 
At 20 March, 2007, Blogger Mike Y said...

Sorry you and the ship didn't quite agree. If you ever do something like this again, you can always opt for behind the ear patches. They won't leave you feeling quite as messed up as dramamine. I can't take those pills either.

Sounds like a ton of fun. But I want to know the details leading up to Nash's desire to honk that dude's horn. LOL!

 
At 20 March, 2007, Blogger butterfly girl said...

You sound like you had a wonderful time that will forever remain in your memories. But, IT'S A GOOD THING YOU DIDN'T JUMP OFF THAT BOAT!!!!! Crikey's!

 
At 20 March, 2007, Blogger Tink said...

Jay: That's funny, I wish I could write like YOU. I guess we all have a little of the grass-is-greener complex eh?

Gracey: I don't know about "worth" it. But it was definitely an adventure. I'll pretty much try anything once.

Gawilli: I'm looking forward to enjoying every age! :)

Mike Y: The big black dude was sitting in a pickup truck in the middle of the street watching the dancing mob. Nash, caught up in the moment, asked if he could reach in through the window and honk the guy's horn. I don't know why. It's probably good to mention that he was very very drunk.

BG: I wasn't going to jump! The contents of my stomach were thinking about it though.

 

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