"Fires in the northland * floods to the south
Put the pedal to the metal * and let it all hang out"
Monday, April 13, 2009
Holy crap. Saturday night I partied like there was no tomorrow. The batches of crawfish just kept coming. They must've boiled 7 bags. In the last batch they did some stone crab claws - the biggest I've ever seen - brought in by a shrimper friend. The excellent food helped balance the number of beers I drank, but I really don't remember how many it was. Somebody brought out a guitar, and everyone who was drunk enough (myself included) sang along to such classics as 'Long Haired Country Boy', 'American Pie' and 'Bad Moon Rising'.
As it got late, we sat around the fire and talked and laughed, and soon all but the hard core partiers had wandered off to bed. It was a fabulous party. My fantasy of christening the van bed with an attractive 20 something male even came true..... though I would've enjoyed it more if I hadn't been quite so inebriated.
Then tomorrow came. I think I'm getting too old for this shit. I must be paying some kind of karmic price for my debauchery, because the vacuum pump appears to have gone out in the van. Crap.
I am a militant hippie, an conservative liberal, a practical dreamer, an empath who is fundamentally selfish, a butch femme straight chick that likes auto repair and a multiverse of other contradictions who is still stuggling to be a responsible master of our destiny.
I use lots of nasty chemicals on this blog. It should go without saying, but it is always the responsibility of the individual to READ THE LABEL and use products safely. These are my experiences. You should always take what I say with a grain of salt. If you want real tech support, visit the product's website. They have lots more highly paid lawers than I do. I will not be held responsible for someone else's stupidity, only for my own. And for chrissakes, keep your kids and pets away from this stuff.