Impulsivity…

Hadn’t seen him in over 30 years.  But through an odd series of stumbles, our respective “bubbles” crossed again.  When he suggested visiting for a weekend, it seemed like a nice, nebulous invitation – not particularly actionable. 

Until he mentioned the music festival occurring over the holiday weekend.  And until i priced the airfare, which was dirt cheap.  So less than two weeks ago, i bought tickets.  Showed up at a strange airport on Thursday night.

Needless to say, the kids were a bit concerned… “But Mom, what if he’s a serial killer?”  Ahhh… whatever.  i’m tough.  It would take a pretty badass serial killer to go head-to-head with my decreasing estrogen.  Bring it, muthafuckah…

Naturally, i sent them a text upon arrival “Made it safely.  He’s really cool.  Great chainsaw and power tool collection next to the chest freezer in his sub-basement”.  On the phone with them today?  Mentioned that he’s given me some great lotion to put on my skin – said it’d be better than him having to take a hose to me…

This is why i enjoy flying solo.  Being impulsive, following my ‘gut’, indulging whims – without really having to consult anyone else.  Who?  Me?  Adrenaline junkie? 

Oh, and i suspect my lovely brown skin, tanned so nicely while on vacation in Mexico last week, is going to make a “girl suit” that shall be the envy of the other psychopaths….

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19 thoughts on “Impulsivity…

  1. i met up with one of my old high school beaus after like twenty some years.. it was exciting,, we still keep in touch at least on my birthday every year.. i hope your trip works out as well..

  2. imeantno – ROCKIN’, baby… un-freaking-believable festival. some big names, some new stuff… massive…

    fragrant liar – not really brave. i simply don’t give a shit anymore. maybe it was that pesky cancer nugget, but i really don’t think that was it… i just don’t wanna miss anything. and being hacked up by a serial killer really is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, isn’t it? great weekend, by the way!

    paisley – it’s been a blast! super-duper trippy fun… great fun, great company, great music, and just big ol’ fun…

    amber – and he’s a spectacular cook! how cool is THAT?

    gnukid – the bolt cutters threw me at first, but then he explained that it’s for the smaller bones. when butchering a cow, mind you…

    annie – “great” is a stretch… but they don’t even flinch these days… if i ever did something to really rattle them? it would have to involve goats or something…

    daisymae – you seem to be having your own adventures these days. life is short… potentially much shorter if i keep taking risks, right?

    tNb – taking lessons from you, lady! it is a good word!

    nursemyra – impulsive? with you? whatever shall we pack? should we bring the cameras this time? oh yeah, hotstuff… whatever and whenever…

    unbearable banishment – man eaters? us? oh no… we mostly nibble…. i never really had this freedom. 25 years of university, marriage, breeding, work. this is pretty cool stuff…

    silverstar – wasn’t a particular molecule that went west, just some random observations for the moment. and yes, it’s all a blast. have to go home tonight and back to the drudge, but life is good!

    rassles – this didn’t cost that much. and if airfare hadn’t been so cheap, i would have driven (about 7 hours or so). i suppose if you’re really on a budget, you can simply start to impulsively wear your underthings on the outside of your clothing…

  3. While it’s touching that your children are concerned, I think deep down they know that it he who needs to be cautious (though probably not for his life), not you, you wildwoman.
    😉

  4. If we see a serial killer wearing a DaisyFae suit, do you want us to throw red paint on it, like PETA would?

  5. mstngsal – i left him only mildly bruised… and got an invitation for a return visit, so i’m guessin’ that was ok. emoticons? christ, girlfriend. we need an intervention. next stop? LOL’ing…

    squirrelqueen – i’m big enough for a couple of girl suits, or perhaps an entire household inventory of lampshades. no tattoos, though, so the resale value is lower…

    uncle keith – chocolate. he likes chocolate…

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