I could not convince the clock that it really needed to click to 19:00 so I could leave work. I swear at points the LED, would taunt me, making one small stroke and then immediately reversing it.
However, eventually the Gods were kind and allowed the clock to progress. Harry and Jules followed me to Spirit Haven, or my second home. Arriving well after 9:00, and the sky dark and thick like chicory coffee, I conned Hawk into turning his truck around so I could use his headlights to setup my tent. Granted, I didn’t have the rugs or bedside table and accouchements this trip, but it was still the temple of my Zathras-ness. Therefore, I had to stake down all the holds and poles correctly, instead of just half-assedly doing it. So, finally, after much grunting and gauging of pole-size, I eventually get the Tent erect and rainfly covered. I have a mostly setup portable domicile. After fidgeting with Hawk’s truck to accept my large air mattress pump, the bed gets arranged, I pull out my camp chair, and sit by the fire.
After a bottle of mead, and about 3 or 4 different rounds of Pooh Clan Chants, and as many shots of Vodka, who should arrive, but my Pooh Brother Daniel and His Wife, my Pooh Sis Dez. Daniel, the lanky sexy long black haired gentleman shouts “Marco” in an attempt to figure out where the approaching ambush of loving friends is coming from, and instead of Polo, I shout “Homo.” After a group hug/grope session, we all settle in by the fire for some more Mead, good conversation, and eventual pass-outed-ness.
So, very intoxicated, I stumble into my air-mattress queen size bed, and attempt to fall asleep to the sounds of owls and coyotes. Until I realize those animal sounds I’m hearing, are really 2 of my favorite couples, on either side of me, enjoying the pleasures of their respective partners. I was getting surround sound fucking without paying the admission to a bordello. Unfortunately, my long desired Hot Gay Man of Much Sex did not appear, so I simply jacked off to the sound and passed away into relative slumber.
I awoke to the sound of a cat attempting to pass a very large hairball. Actually, Daniel had stopped smoking, and since his tent was a whopping foot away from my tent, I heard it all. At breakfast, I mocked the sex noises and was promptly assigned to the newly arrived soldier boy to transform a gravel slope into stairs. Thinking in the pagan axiom of “Perfect Love and Perfect Trust” that this would not be a problem, I hauled concrete and shovels over to the Soldier Boy, and then we hauled it down a quarter mile stretch to the slope.
Unfortunately, what should have been an easy task was soon complicated by the fact that we got additional helpers, all with different ideas on how to do things. After having several “elders” come by to say “Hmm” we eventually followed azreel ’s idea and just made simple steps with concrete. Hawk and Harry also helped with the project. Harry pretty much took command, but Hawk and Daniel constantly jabbed back and forth on exact specifics. Military boy had decided that he was going to entertain himself by trying to get a rise out of me. However, he soon found that I am a true princess, I do the work of a man, while maintaining that somewhat aloof quality that really means I’m too intoxicated to notice I’m doing something wrong. I think the incident of pouring water on his head because I filled the bucket too full in the river had something to do with him disliking me, I’m not so sure.
Other chores were done, sunburns acquired, sweat achieved. Life would have been good except that one of the plumber volunteers actually blew up our water pump, so the showers were dead, and the river water wasn’t exactly clean. So, sponge paths with Ozarka bottles was the order of the evening.
Ritual was held under a crescent moon, giving just enough light to illumine the area with the combined assistance of a small fire created by yours truly. Guilt and Shame were released, and joy filled the grove as we walked back over the ritual area to our campfire, and rejoined our brothers who didn’t attend for much more alcohol and fire watching.
jaelafae, dreamdesire, Bren, Hawk, Beth, Jason, and I all had the time of our lives out there Friday night getting drunk and otherwise intoxicated, enjoyed a great romp, that had some scary moments. There is much more work to be done our there before festival, and I’m looking forward to losing myself in the trees again.
Krino e Elo