burtlo

From the desk of my dreams:

Going to see some elaborate Sasquatch concert at some multi-stage area, I moved through the crowd of people that were everywhere with their vans and camping gear and pizza. Littering the grass turf of the entire rolling hills were bottle caps from the beer and soda pop bottles that were raised in everyones arms.

Musically I had sworn allegiance to The Righteous Brothers as I wore a cap that stated something with a catchy slogan like "Unchain this" There were camps of music that I could walk safely and others I had to strive to avoid.

I was finally making my way past a stage, shortly before 10am. And I realized that this concert was not a concert at all but large Costco of sorts. There was this woman admiring potted stemmed flower the size of tiki torches. They were drooping slightly so she picked one up and carried to another pot. a worker there, more of a zoo keeper tried to stop her. Telling her that she would get to it. But this didn't stop her from continuing her effort. She hastily grabbed the huge stalk and faerried it over. her family, a mother with a small boy, tried to get her to stop what she was doing. Realizing she was in trouble by the management she grabbed another, this time accidently flipping it upside down and then pulling it out it and starting to carry it over it started to pour water out from its flower pteals at the top all over her and her family. The mother and the boy were drenched and there eyes squinted as their bodies closed up and they shuffled away from her.

The Zoo keeper said that the she was in the wrong which made the older woman completely upset. The elderly woman stated that she would rwrite some review to combat the tyrany of this store and the establishment. The mother and son rolled their eyes and kept their distance. I approached and I walked with her a bit as the whole family moved away to leave the store and I tried to talk with her, comfort her and show to her she was wrong.

The family thanked me, though Ithere was no real convincing the older woman of anything

But with that done I continued to walk up the greens to a the stage, shortly before 10am I reached the small lodge that was outside one of the stages and I went inside. Outside the front door Posh sat in what looked like a white slip dress but more ornate like a wedding dress. Her fingers flicked the iPhone screen and her face was aglow in light. I came up and gave her an awkward hug. We went inside and she sat down next to Nixon, was similarly styled but all in black, with a black choker. I stated that I was not sure if hugging in our interactions yet so I left it at that.

I started to described to Posh about the ridiculousness of what I saw out on the fairgrounds. Particularly this woman that had attached this t-shaped adapter to her huge bottle of MGD which allowed her down what was essentially a 2 Liter in mere minutes. The final drinking apparatus looked a lot like how the perform CPR with the ball they smooched to push in air. So you could continue to drink - like punching two wholes in things.

I said why don't they just inject alcohol in to their bloodstream.

Nixon replied: because they would die.

Posh said well they could just take the slightly metabolized alcohol and try injecting that.

I though, maybe they could just inject it into their bellies or better yet just swallow alcohol gel caps.

I turned back to look at Poshy as she talked and all her teeth looked small and were covered with a brown goo. I looked away and down to her hand for answers and found in her hand a box of Milk Duds.

We were interrupted at that point by a a group of four performers standing on a wooden beam that ran parallel to where we talked. I looked to the right and also saw that we sat above the main floor of the lodge, in a walkway that pathed around a lower section.

The performers were hoisted a pineapple and calling out for the person that desire it the most. People looked hesitant so I cheered the loudest. I thought for sure I would get the pineapple. Then the music started and the group battled the pineapple around like a hackysack between them all. Dropping it occasionally but leaving it for the most part intact. Bad goth, dark wave music played in the background. Finally the pineapple landed at the performer farthest from me. At this point the others in the lodge, had grown to a crowd, were cheering madly.

The last performer hoisted the pineapple into the air and cracked it open two wide glasses that sat on a silver platter. A dark, blood orange juice came out and filled both the glasses high to the rim. The tray was carried over to me to drink and with class I grasped it with two hands, raised it to the performers and gave a nod, and then to the crowd and they cheered. And took a sip. It was some Tropicana juice.

I placed the glass down for the performers to grab and drink from and I thought that people might miss out on tasting the juice because they feared the germs of sharing a glass.

I hopped down from the raised walkway into the center, onto the ground floor. There I stared up at people and it was then that some sweet girl in a short skirt with a huge smile started barking orders that I was her gladiator and that I was to fight to the death in the arena. I laughed and mimed the movements of me triumphantly slaying, stomping, and screaming. At the last moment I jumped to the catwalk above and pulled myself halfway up to ask what it was now I was suppose to kill. It was then that we broke character and she laughed and then I laughed. I felt ashamed slightly because her short skirt showed off her stripped underwear to me and to all those on the main floor. Her body language never portrayed embarrassment or concern.

Her hand went out to mine to pull me up and we both tumble to the main floor. Her landing on top of me. My back taking the fall that felt like plopping down on a bed. Her hair falling to the sides of her face, down to my face, in a brown curtain. Her eyes were wide. Before we kissed I said to her and to myself "Oh, you're trouble."