Check it out. You might have noticed I haven’t posted anything new since like last November, but that’s cool because I’m posting something now. Right? That doesn’t really matter anyway since I still managed to have a good time during the interlude—I even took some pictures—but you’ll have to wait until later to find out because this post is dedicated to one of my highlights of last year, which concerns the events in Somerville, TX on the weekend of November 10.
Ronnie, Alex, Jason, I, Miranda and Brenda (henceforward referred to as RAJIMB—or maybe not) all packed into two cars and made the ninety mile trek to Brenda’s majestic family hunting lodge out in Somerville, TX. The house itself used to be owned by a church mission or something which is why there was a large additional dining room and a back room that had like fifteen beds. Behind the house is a nice big covered porch with a lighting and fans and stuff. There’s an acre of cleared land surrounding the house and an additional three or four acres of wooded land with a little trail running through it complete with a couple old abandoned cars and dozens of empty bread wrappers strewn throughout. That’s okay though because we didn’t come to see the land, really. We came to do lots of psychedelic drugs and sleep in tents.
I guess we showed up out there Friday night. The weather was gorgeous and the sky was totally clear. Plopped down on blankets and looked at the Milky Way and tripped. Along the way a tiny feral dog (who we named Simple Jack) appeared out of nowhere and seemed ecstatic to have found us and ran in circles around us for a few minutes. Pretty soon though we started making fun of it for being stupid and fiendishly ugly. In retrospect I wish I had gotten a picture but I was out of my mind on drugs. Just take my word for it, the dog was ugly. In fact it stuck around until dawn giving everyone a clear look at its nasty face. Looked like a pug mixed with a Japanese Chin or something.
Anyway, the next day I decided to pull out my camera and started gettin’ some photos. Here’s Ronnie, near the apex of his beard growth (if you’ve seen him recently it has been trimmed so it’s like an inch or two long now):
Cool. Here are some other photos from that Saturday:
Note that Jason was recovering from shaving his beard for Halloween.
Alex brought a few kites but it just wasn’t quite windy enough to keep them in the air, unfortunately.
That is not a Blue Angel tumbling into the ground behind Alex—it’s his kite, which was awesome but it didn’t fly as well as the real thing.
There was a large felled tree behind the house which we used to build a fire. Here are Ronnie and Alex being all manly and shit and cutting that shit up with an axe:
But wait! A fuzzy caterpillar!
We went out into the woods surrounding the house to look around. Here’s an abandoned car that was pockmarked with .22 caliber punctuation and the inside was full of racks from a bakery and empty bread wrappers. I get the bullet holes but still not sure about the bread.
Here’s a cactus and a few of all those bread wrappers.
We located a couple of machetes in the woods and used them to fuck up a couple of pumpkins that were unfortunate enough to be around the house.
We built a fire pit out of cinder blocks that were scattered around the lot. It turned out pretty well! We used the leaves from the dead tree as kindling.
The interior of the house was pretty archaic looking. I took this picture in the bathroom so everyone could see the fuzzy wallpaper. That golden-colored pattern had a velvet-like texture. It was bizarre.
Also the house was decorated with ratty stuffed animals. Here’s a couple posing on the moss-green shag carpet (jeeze).
While I was taking this photo Simple Jack poked his head into the front door so Brenda and I had to usher him outside. The next day, we made a trip down to Walmart some miles away to get a few things. Once we got back we started getting dinner ready, and so we fired up the grill. Here’s Miranda with some kind of cylindrical fruit cut into sections and allowed to soak in oil and spices:
Here’s Alex next to the tubers:
Meanwhile the rest of us sat on the back porch and Ronnie entertained us with his fledgling guitar skills (pro tip: having a beard makes you a better guitar player).
Firing up the grill:
Ronnie graciously allowed me to set him alight to take this striking photograph:
Whoa I even got a picture of myself during the trip! Ha ha I love pictures of myself because I’m incredibly vain. In fact, there’s even a picture of me on my shirt!
That night, we had hoped to have another fire. We started it, but just after sunset it started raining and later it got cold. Damn. Good thing we had that big covered porch. Here’s Ronnie leaning to one side:
This table served as our surrogate campfire. Note the glowsticks everywhere (yeah we were all totally messed up on drugs).
So yeah. I have a lecture class which seems to be a perfect venue for me to update my blog, so watch out for some additional new content now that I have the time.