Such a night. 3 drinks purchased for me (ok, a non-alcoholic beer and 2 waters – all by friends, but still)!, SO, so many compliments on that dress – such a quick drive home (I couldn’t even listen to the whole Dean Del Ray interview of Tim Bluhm). I got home and was still on that rush that is a Hips show – a reunion with my family.
I had (re)met another woman, another sister whom I had initially met at Hipnic and she spoke what we all feel – the women we meet through Hips shows are incredible. There is such a close connection between us so quickly, so instantly. One can almost see the energy zap from one woman to the next as our friendships grow. Listening to the interview last night, I heard Tim mention what existed amongst the fans, though I am not sure he could ever really have any concept of the magnitude in what he and Greg have created
When I awoke, I was thrilled to see that there were only a couple of flies buzzing about and I quickly sprayed them with bug spray (“with a fresh new scent!”). I had fought buying chemicals as long as I could, but really…growing up in West Texas, we would essentially spray so much fly spray that we had a fine mist in our house…we would walk through clouds of chemicals.. and somehow we survived – plus I had a mom and housekeeper who smoked cigarettes and a dad who smoked cigars. Come to think of it, I should probably get checked for lung cancer.
Still have a squeaky prepubescent voice going along with coughs. I took it easy all day and did something very rare – watched Netflix all day long. Kids finally came home and are packing for their adventure trip with school. I may have made a mistake about my son sneaking out last night. In fact, there may have been a complete false assumption on my part and I was actually inserting *my* teenage years into my son’s life. It turns out he was at a party with all his classmates and there was no such illicit activity. Man.
A closing note on bumper stickers and clothing-optional hot springs. I believe I recall having recently written about bumper stickers , and how I appreciate cars without them, because it is in a sense, a shroud of mystery on that person’s beliefs, values and morals. There is no way one can express who they are as a person with this one (or two or three or however many they have) bumper sticker. Of course, the bumper sticker they have chosen more than likely represents a belief they adhere to very strongly, yet it still does not define who they are as a human being – only a tiny fragment of it. The same goes for clothing. We wear clothing which we feel the most comfortable in (I myself like muted earthy colors which would allow me to hide in forest), yet this very clothing again attempts to define who we are as humans. Sometimes the choice of clothing can cause people who would otherwise become wonderful friends to miss each other completely, like ships passing in the night. As my brilliant friend Jessica pointed out, were it not for the clothing-optional hot spring, she might never have gotten to know that really cool guy because when he dressed, he put on gangster clothing. One of my freest moments was at Esalen, standing at the spas with a full moon shining over the Pacific at 2 in the morning, completely naked with other people who were also completely naked. There was no judgement because we were all the same – human. I like that.
Picture: Mags blows a down feather which Ethan discovered packing his Marmot bag. Mabi promptly jumped in the air and ate it.
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