Hippie Retreat Highlights
This past weekend was interesting.
Let's get the first thing out of the way....
I finally went skinny dipping.
The camp has an adult night swim, and i usually go with a suit on, everyone else with their suit off. This time, I couldn't be arsed to bring a suit. So, I just went in nekid. I will say that it was a completely different experience. Certain aspects I liked better with a suit and without a suit.
For instance, when you dive in the water, and you have big breasts, you breasts, when they hit the water, go east and west, and you may have to pick them out from under your armpit. I dove in a few times just because I thought the sensation was hilarious.
But for the most part, I stayed in the water. At least at neck level. Until the sun went down, and then I didn't really care too much. It's really quite wonderful when you know everyone in the pool can't really see you because they are blind as a bat without their glasses. Well, blind enough that you are pretty much like the blurs on tv. Rock on.
So, I am quite proud of myself. I am usually way too self concious to even permit the thought. But I did it anyway. ha ha.
And there were other parts that were pretty cool. They had 'pool noodles'. The pool noodles are swimming aides. We were all joking about 'noodle this' 'noodle that' wink wink.. nudge nudge. Don't touch my noodle you pervert.
John and I had a small argument earlier. We are still trying to adjust. But the very cool thing is that we resolve.
Prior to resolving, John jumps into pool. Ah jeez. I'd been avoiding him. Just trying to cool off a bit, and I didn't feel like getting into an argument in front of my friends. Well, Apparently, (so he says) there were dudes interested in me. I was like 'ho hum, oh well, whatever, are you gone yet? gimme space.'
Then, in comes the staff maker.
And I was like Aw yeah!
Let me explain Looooooooonng brown hair, brown eyes, and is artistically inclined. That is enough for me.. woot woot.
Anyhow. He dives into pool. (suh weet)
Then later, there are only about six of us in the pool. It's just about pitch dark. There is a single light that is from up the hill. So its not a direct source of light.
We decide to play beach ball. Which was actually quite fun. Karen and I figured out that the guys were purposely hitting it over our heads to get us to 'jump up and back dive' i.e. free show. We didn't really care. As long as the same rules applied to the guys. Then the joke was that people were 'missing their back dives.' to hell with the ball, just jump out of the water.
hahhah. I told them to 'shut up, they came out of the water anyways.'
There was also a gratuitous collision between staffmaker and I as I went for his ball. (beach ball you perverts, beach ball. pretend we have suits on, if you can't keep your mind outta the gutter.)
I was like 'oops, sorry, my bad' verbally. inner monologue, was like "rock on"
he was like, 'trust me, i'm quite over it.' *wink*
I was like ???
John was across pool, staring into the light, couldn't see a darn thing. I'm thinking that dude is picking up on me. (hind sight, he really was, but i'm just so dense sometimes. ) But husband is too close for me to be anything but freaked.
John's position facing the light proved very effective for my serving the ball right into his head (see previous argument, in which he admits he was wrong)
a few time. Ok, more than a few times. I thought I'd do it once for fun, but it proved so rewarding, I kept doing it. lol. He chuckled about the reason... but, I still laugh, and feel a warmth of satisfaction at my serving abilities. I was damn good at overhanded serving, and I had a straight shot ( no net) to his head.
Thankfully, beachballs are very light, and not damaging, as I'm sure the amusement would not be the same now.
So, I get out of pool, in the dark area of the pool, and I realize that I've swam/played in the pool for three hours. I realize this because my legs are like, "fuck you, we aren't going anywhere". And my sense of balance was thwarted for the rest of the night.
I was drying off, when someone called my name. They didn't see me in the pool and wanted to make sure that I was ok. I replied, and staffmaking dude says, 'darn, i missed it.' I was like, 'you want a replay?' So, I dive back into pool, get out, and go back to my towel. I'm such a brazen hawk. At times. Next time I'll chicken out.
I chicken out quite well.
But, it made the husband quite attentive. which, I find amusing.
Kat
So, friends of my old coven who live in Michigan, visited this retreat this weekend. It was so awesome to share a cabin with all of them again, and just be near to everyone. Get lots of hugs from them, tell them how much I've missed them. Listen to them yell at me for being able to go out of the country for a month, but not to visit them, one state over. They aren't really yelling, but I still feel a wee bit badly. Yeah, I've been slacking.
Well, Kat is pregnant. And Kat is absolutely beautiful. Radiant, gorgeous. But, she's miserable. And she's straight forward. Always straight forward. I love to listen to her tell me about how she deals with relationships. That she doesn't want a relationship, she wants a bedwarmer. She talks on about how she has actually gotten up in the middle of sex and said, 'um, no thank you.' and walked out. She cracks me up. I might be taking her picture when I return, before she has the baby.
the organization
I'm still not too thrilled with the organization. The group that runs the hippie retreats. I think I am growing out of it. I am moving towards something else. It was the last time that we camped at my favorite site. The place is gorgeous, and although hilly, has the best big rocks. Rocks that are so big that one of them actually leans over the road so far, that you drive under it. It's rather precarious looking, like it might fall, it's at such an angle, but it's quite awesome.
I'm not sure what I'll be doing next, but theres a definate shift coming about. We'll just have to see where everything settles.
Naughty naughty naughty hawk....
you are *much* more brave than I...
love you..can't wait for you to get here.
d.
xxx
Staff maker? So....tell me, Hawk, what kind of a staff does he make? And how big?
(bad! bad dusty!)
;)
moi
Posted by Dustbuffalo at September 5, 2003 06:41 PM