11:23 a.m. - 2004-05-09
saturday is crazy adventure day
Yowza! I don't even know where to start. I was partying with my Jared and Josh, my current reality co-refugees, on Friday night. Pretty innocent, but I was still too slapped to drive home. I slept over while Josh went to go do it with his girl (how convenient!) and then we all did Missoula's first farmer's market of the year. It was very see-and-be-seen, but that's kind of why we love it.
Then, we spent about...four hours...trying to fucking get mushrooms for a crazy seven person trip thingy. I have never gone more balls-out insane than on our trip yesterday. I don't even know how to make sense of everything that happened. Here's my trip rundown (no pics this time):
*You actually, non-trippingly, can see my friend Jared's pulse throbbing in his next from five or six feet away.
*Attempts to normalize are totally ridiculous and should be reserved for when one is not tripping, say, their balls off.
*It rained lightly for most of the afternoon. We went to Caras Park, stood under a bright yellow rain canopy and tilted back our faces, letting the filtered drops of water hit our faces. Shitty, shitty music was playing. Tripmate Cory's gorgeous friend Brian appeared and let us sample his ridiculously good beer (it was some kind of beerfest we were hiding from, actually). I remember looking at him like he was some kind of sex snack or something. Yeah.
*I came back to our home base and found my tripmates playing video games.
*I looked at myself looking at myself in the huge blackness of my irises.
*Skipping ahead to hours and hours and hours later, we made our end-up the dairy-wall screening of 'The Warrior' in my friend's yard. I ran into the kid in my writing workshop who turns out to be the man behind all the mushrooms I've even taken. And the one of the cutest boys in this fucking town. We sat and talked for an hour, and I was right in the thick of that unexpected bingbangboom genius that usually happens after I should be tapped out completely, i.e., if I've written a story all night, gone consecutive days sans sleep, tripped all day on mushrooms, etc. If that kid (and yes, he's a kid, he's like 20) turns out to be as sexually confused as his fiction leads me to believe....
Well, let's not think about it. I'll just think about it and get my wank and wash on. I mean, it is almost hangover brunch time, y'all.
