I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it lately, but my friends are fucking awesome! They just rock. I don’t remember if I’ve talked about it before, but all my Valdez crew – from Meme and Sondra, and Skysidhe to Jeffy and Andymay and Awesome and Doering and everyone in between are the coolest bunch of misfits that anyone can ask for. And I have put in my official opinion, that Mistress Sara has survived the initiation – and is by my estimate and honorary Valdezian. Not that she probably wants that distinction because we’re all a little off and she probably doesn’t want to be associated with us – but there you have it. Anyone who can put up with us for that long – deserves some representation.I didn’t plan on doing any drinking since I’m not really big in to the whole get smashed thing, but Doering offered to make me something not very alcoholic so I said – sure!
That was my first mistake – he is after all, a Doering, as in THE Doering’s so even though I didn’t taste the alcohol, by the time I was done drinking my lemonade thingy – I was starting to get mighty stupid – so of course I agree to let Andymay make me another something (She’s the other half of THE Doering’s so the second mistake was thus made), which led to hysterical laughing (I think I did at least a thousand crunches worth of giggling) attempted skinny-dipping (attempted because I couldn’t walk well enough to manage further than my knees in the river, girl on girl cuddling as Mistress Sara, myself and Andymay fell into a pile (twice) of chick-flesh and laughter – to which the guys stood around and speculated…
The usual amount of bickering and banter and rancid jokes were pleasantly balanced by the sense of good company, and reminiscing. It put into a sharp relief, the earlier post of Tomgirl wherein someone made judgment of me that didn’t sit well with my persona and my sense of self – sitting by the riverside and talking around the campfire with people who get me made me understand, I’ve been putting my efforts at friendship in the wrong places. Spending too much time trying to carve a niche for myself in a place and with people who don’t really want me there. It’s time to find a new hangout spot in Portland.
As I struggled with one of the poles in my tent, Jeffy came over and grabbed the other end to help and purely by his demeanor and ease I knew he wasn’t doing it because he didn’t think I could, he just loves me and wanted to help. That’s it. No one who knows me – really knows me – thinks I can’t hack it. So as I sat there watching them laugh and listened to us telling stories about our chaotic attempts to grow as people, I understood that the true friends are priceless. They’re the one’s that make the whole journey worth the trouble, the fun, and misadventure and the glory, and I’m very lucky to have them.
And just so this doesn’t get all sappy here’s the line from the trip that was made fun of the most;
“I don’t know whether my uterus is freaking out with cramps, or whether I have to take a shit. It all hurts so I can’t tell the difference.” I said.
“Wait, no. Now I’m so horny.” Jeffy replied.
Can you beat that sort of comfort level?
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