Mortality

Saying that i got drunk this weekend would be a huge understatement. i drank booze like it was going out of style. i was what jenelle referred to as a "festival whore". i can't help it if it was Earth Day on Saturday and the 707 wanted to celebrate that fact in a big way..i was right there with the 707 screaming at the top of our lungs

"Planet mother-fuckin' Earth...THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!!"

i had some of the greatest pictures imagineable from this weekend. Unfortunately, my drunk friend accidentally deleted every single picture saved on my camera *around 200*..about 50 of those pictures were ones i was going to save onto my computer, they were from my dad's vacation to Mexico. He is going to kill me. Therefore i will have to recall the events of Saturday via memory.

So Friday night Audra and i found ourselves together and bored...never-ever-a good combination. We ended up at the Marin Headlands.

It is easily one of the most beautiful places in California to be. The foghorns. The lighthouse. The waves crashing along the cliffs that you walk along. We took some friends up there that had never been. It's a truly wonderful thing to experience with people who have never seen it before. The next day i had to be up at seven ante-meridiem. It was pretty damn painful. i was volunteering at the Fairfield Earth Day Festival. Now before you start snickering at the fact that i have officially become a granola-eating weirdo, understand that i did it to get extra credit for my enviromental science class. i got a sweet t-shirt made up of recycled materials that reads "earth day every day" over a picture of a sun, a wave, and a leaf. i'm totally wearing it to my lab class on wednesday along with a couple of my other classmates. yes we're dorks..and no, we don't care. After that i jammed over to Vacaville to celebrate Earth Day with the "insert name for people living alternative lifestyles here". Yes, i am speaking of the Medieval Day Festival. Foolishly i drank too much beer and sipped on a friends wine. Made my way back to my resident lesbian friend's house and experienced much merriment. Complete with tinkering away on a drum set, electric and acoustic guitars, many shots of tequila, puking in kitchen sinks, dancing to "Stray Cats", smashing of glass bottles, penises being flashed...you know..the usual shit that goes down at friendly gatherings. i spent all day Sunday trying desperately to recuperate. You know that conversation your body has with your brain when it tries to convince it that vomiting is a great idea? But your brain resists this novel idea, thinking about the retching and feeling of heaving..."naw way man, that would just suck way too damn much!" So you settle for a nap. Wake from the nap and wander around in a haze trying to figure out if you feel better....you sit on the couch and say hi to whoever is plopped on the recliner next to you watching "Cops" re-runs...then..you get a hot flash and hear "womp womp womp!" beating in your head and your stomach does circles....dammit. You are not in fact, better. You vow never to drink ever again. You lay down and spoon with a pillow, make pacts with a god you don't fully believe in...please. please. please....make it stop. You think about drinking a beer or two.."hair of the dog" you think.. Ugh. It simply hurts everything all the way down to your soul to even slightly entertain the possibility of drinking anything containing a hint of alcohol. Your friend laughs at you as she sips a beer, "Hah! and you call yourself a drinker!"

Shame.

Dammit. You take everything that comes your way. You deserve it. Well, your aching body feels as though you deserve it all. You agree with their proclamations of lameness. Then you pass out on the couch.

Ahh...hangovers. The reminder to all of us that we are in fact, mortal.