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….
Trailer Park Refugee 