i was wrong about the cabin, it was the BEST! i haven't been so happy in so long, the trip and everything. west virginia was gorgeous, and we had to go down like 17 tiny dirt roads and ask directions from people who had three teeth, and ginger and fran were wonderful as usual. from teh day i met ginger she has been an inspiration for doing what you want in life and being strong, etc. people CAN still be cool when they get older. summ and i left at like 5:50AM on saturday morning after about 3 hours of sleep due to all the drunk/fighting/moviewatching/passed out hippies all up in her house. it WAS friday night, but holy shit. those fucking hippies were out of control. i almost had to regulate.

i ended up sleeping on a couch, on the porch, with a coffee mug under my head, because some lumbering yeti-type hippie boy passed out face-first on my bed with his buttcrack all squishing out of his jeans. what a dillhole. anyway, the drive up was GREAT, we got coffee, we stopped at Natural Bridge VA to see the bridge but the tickets were 10 bucks so we said "fuck it" and just walked around the gift shop and used all the tester lotion and stole toilet paper and stuff.

so ginger's band, the tomboys, played a benefit out at her cabin for the W. VA clean rivers coalition, and fran was there, and their friend ann who was a trip, and these chicks from ohio (?) who were pretty nice. i passed out during the second set, but it was crazy out there with croquet and veggie burgers and a huge pouring rainstorm.

i would have to say though, that my favorite part was after everyone packed up and left and just the 5 of us were left. we lit a fire inside and ate hummus and ginger played for us some more, and she played all these indigo girls songs and everyone sang along contented, it was really one of the most beautiful things i've ever heard in my life, these loving tender funny as hell women singing words together and believing them and it's glowing all through the tiny lil cabin and the fireflies outside like paparazzi, as fran calls them, and the lost river trickling out the window. as i fell asleep that night on the living room floor i sighed and stratched a lot, it was hot because the fire was still burning, but i felt so thankful and loved and there was NOTHING to worry about, almost totally at peace and i thanked god and teeta for that time out loud, it was weird i don't ever like, "talk to god" or anything, actually the only other time i remember literally petitioning god was when we got caught in the tornado in ely but that is MOST CERTAINLY another story if it's to be told at all. and back then it was just a pitiful human attempt to have some kind of power over nature or survival or something. i'd almost be ashamed of it if i didn't think i understood myself and folks enough to believe that we're all weak and pitiful adn beautiful and desperate and asleep and not thankful enough for our lives but that's ok, etc.

so yeah, i lay there in my "havin-sex shirt," which i don't have sex in but depicts african gods havin sex in subtle ways, puffy by my side, and was so thankful to feel so happy, and it was the motherfucking shit.

on the way home we stopped at a flea market. summer got a couch. i got a lobster pan for my parents. we had AMAZING conversations about EVERYTHING, they are still blowing my mind 5 days later. we stopped again at the pink cadillac diner. it was obnoxiously pink and teal, we talked about sex while eating french fries.

the rest of this story and my travels i will save for later, because it's dinner time and i'm hungry after all that crazy yoga, so peace out because it is SO lasagna time