Backtracking Updates from afar: Another series of long nights and strange mornings

Sunday, May 14th, 2006
12:50 pm
Another series of long nights and strange mornings
The weekends and the weekdays have begun to spill together, with the appearance of hot weather there's no longer an excuse to stay home. Movie nights are becoming rare fun only enjoyed if we lie cheat and steal our way out of any communication with the outside world. I've come to the realization that I once again must go shopping for tank tops,skirts and a new bathing suit.

Thursdays chocolate syrup wrestling debauchery left me with bruises scratches chest-pains and every muscle aching Friday morning. Well worth the handicap day by far however. There truly is nothing like the once a year event which takes us normal girls and pits us against one n other in a kiddy pool of chocolate. Any unspoken grudges or bitchy quarrels going on work themselves out in between bikinis getting ripped off and ass-spanking. In the end we are a chocolate pile of slippery sweet goodness kissing each other and making up.

The whole thing is oddly sexual in nature and people are frenzied in the audience. Wearing their chocolate syrup splashes like badges of honor and swearing never to wash their clothes again.

No-one seemed to mind that I smelled like a chocolate bar as my records once again spin us into morning. Cheering happy birthday to the birthday boy and watching the dark cavernous place warm with smiles and laughter from my friends. Playful abuse is spattered back and forth as the needle gives out and we are down to one turntable. Chocolate splattered people look like they've just murdered someone. We migrate to my place I roll into soft skin and long smelly hair. Space men in motorcycle helmets and ecstasy induced blather crumple into the soft space left on my bed. A jigsaw puzzle of arms legs feet and eyes, I sleep snuggled by the ones who love protected, safe and far too warm. Conversations float down the hall and as the morning creeps up they become fainter and fainter until there are no more and the quite of friday morning is finally here.

My usual patio table in the back garden,the usual egg breakfast, sunshine and orange juice Im barely moving Im so sore but eating all the same and smiling like an idiot as I watch the butterflies dance around the rose bushes behind our table. The phone chimes all day long invites to absinthe parties and Dj madness at this place or that place I cant keep track. Unable to cover any-ground or move to much I opt for a sex in the city marathon and the silence feature on my phone a fresh fruit tray and a nice girl to feed it to me.

Saturday we make our way to see Brazilian girls at the Fillmore as the Kaboom firework festival is shaking the city with reverberations. French accents and veiled faces the band rocks the sold out crowd. I wait poised backstage for the interview. My fresh press pass waggling happily on my neck. Im nervous. anxious and running over my questions in my head again and again. She's beautiful underneath the veil she wore on stage. Speaks with a funny american/spanish accent and drapes herself across me and insists I must have more questions..because she has so many more answers.

Still swinging her wine glass she's had all night on and off stage she twirls the small group of back-stagers into a small dressing room filled with pot smoke water bottles and the bass players groupies. I scribble as much of the scene as I can into my notebook eat chocolate with lemon juice with the band and wish I could stay forever remembering my friends waiting out front. She asks for my card and an after-party and I wonder just how much you miss home while on tour where journalists and groupies are your companions.

Sunday starts slowly and its afternoon before we are all ready to go and making our way to the park for dancing bbqing and the usual summer time city day party in the park agenda. Gaggle of girls in tow we soak in some sun listen to the latest gossip and mingle with the strange assortment of kids. Hugs kisses and the best of wishes are all around I run my toes through the grass and watch as a tanned shirtless man makes pelvic gyrating motions in the middle of the dance floor all by himself.

Dinner calls my stomach, Zuppa and our chef friends answer with one of the most delicious meals I've ever had. We sit at the bar and watch the delightful taste creations as they come out. Giggling and frothing at the mouth as each dish looks and tastes more delicious than the last.
Sunday evening housewarming and poker night in the TL finds us sipping sangria and looking for a place to sit in a newly inhabited apartment sparsely furnished. Its still warm out not a breeze blowing not a shiver or goose-bump to be found. Simultaneously we look at one n other and for the first time this season my favorite word is spoken. "swimming."
Holding on for dear life as an unexpected wheelie almost throws me off the back of the bike we make it in one piece to the apartment complex.
The delivery man rings in the apartment complex and we catch the door. Walking quickly through the melrose style entry and back to the pool. Waiting silent in the night dark warm refreshing water beckons. Giggling we shed excess clothing and inhibitions and jump in paddling in the night air back and forth watching tiny patches of exposed skin pop up from under the water every now and then. Laying on my back staring up at the stars and trees wondering what a comet looks like from the moon. Summer is here with the first splash of pool water and a well placed shrinkage joke. We laugh uncontrollably.....find our clothes and make our way back out of the complex and into the street. Listening to house music at the bar closing up my weekend...wondering how sunday night caught up to us so fast and wishing I could add a few more hours to the day.

Once again cab rides and smiling springtime fun chicks bring me home. Conversing with the cab drivers brother on his cell phone shouting out drunkenly at passerby's on bikes and laughing she tells us she might be a "Little wasted." Just a little. We smile and I nod and let the drunken mock strip dancing and off key singing commence.
Adventure and wonder, silly string, high heels and after hour lovers covered in chocolate are the cover story of the day. I look forward to a quiet monday night and a simple existence in paradise for the week.