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Back to the wood
10 February 2020 22:15I fly out on Wednesday, to Fairy Camp 2020.
This is my 16th gathering of the radikal faeries. I've picked up quite a bit, once I started going twice a year.
Tonight, it was another brutal attempt to try to consolidate my camp items into a back-pack. I'm not only wanting to try to master this challenge, I don't want to have to carry anything. I rather have it on my back- and go. On the way back, where the weight and luggage become key, I will have a lighter load.
There are three non-negotiable items screwing the packing up: 1) Care-Bear onesie. A must. Its warm, cozy, easy on and off, it has a hood, and even in a chinch sack, it takes up room. 2)Penguin oufit. I don't care how hot of a wrinkled mess it is, I'm wearing it, because it's going to be fucking funny. and 3) the lightweight sleeping bag. The bane of my existence.
HOWEVER, I refuse to leave home without. Who knows what the roommate situation is. And I quote "People come around so quickly here"-Angels in America.
Antiques Roadshow Mark is in the Galapagos Islands. He won't be attending. Tall Discovery, is in Scotland. He won't be attending. Which leaves Mark from Salem, and I, as the remaining 4 some. IF, everything works out, Mark from Salem, and I will be sharing a cabin with Shine (from Texas), and Samuel (Pronouced Sam-Well), who is either from PDX or Austin, I'm not sure. He sounds straight up Latin. To quote Too wong Foo "Don't get involved in that Latin Mess".
Mark from Salem and I are going to share a bed. End of discussion as far as I am concerned.
First, I need to make it through Security.
The State of Minnesota issues this new Real Idea/Enhanced ID shit, and although I have renewed, and have the paperwork, and have been told that I can travel, the card has not arrived yet. My passport also has expired as well. FUCK. I will not believe it, until I am heading down that gang-way, that this is all happening.
So that has my anxiety up a bit.
This is my 16th gathering of the radikal faeries. I've picked up quite a bit, once I started going twice a year.
Tonight, it was another brutal attempt to try to consolidate my camp items into a back-pack. I'm not only wanting to try to master this challenge, I don't want to have to carry anything. I rather have it on my back- and go. On the way back, where the weight and luggage become key, I will have a lighter load.
There are three non-negotiable items screwing the packing up: 1) Care-Bear onesie. A must. Its warm, cozy, easy on and off, it has a hood, and even in a chinch sack, it takes up room. 2)Penguin oufit. I don't care how hot of a wrinkled mess it is, I'm wearing it, because it's going to be fucking funny. and 3) the lightweight sleeping bag. The bane of my existence.
HOWEVER, I refuse to leave home without. Who knows what the roommate situation is. And I quote "People come around so quickly here"-Angels in America.
Antiques Roadshow Mark is in the Galapagos Islands. He won't be attending. Tall Discovery, is in Scotland. He won't be attending. Which leaves Mark from Salem, and I, as the remaining 4 some. IF, everything works out, Mark from Salem, and I will be sharing a cabin with Shine (from Texas), and Samuel (Pronouced Sam-Well), who is either from PDX or Austin, I'm not sure. He sounds straight up Latin. To quote Too wong Foo "Don't get involved in that Latin Mess".
Mark from Salem and I are going to share a bed. End of discussion as far as I am concerned.
First, I need to make it through Security.
The State of Minnesota issues this new Real Idea/Enhanced ID shit, and although I have renewed, and have the paperwork, and have been told that I can travel, the card has not arrived yet. My passport also has expired as well. FUCK. I will not believe it, until I am heading down that gang-way, that this is all happening.
So that has my anxiety up a bit.