The Mystery of Women

I was showering, listening to Horses and felt refreshed. I looked at my instagram feed for half a second and thought to myself, "I don't want to be punk anymore". This is of course some weird passing thought, who is to say I was ever punk in the first place.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair is healthy again, my skin is clearing up, my weight is balancing out, my mood is improving, I feel a bit indifferent but positive. I'll have a new kitten around the end of the month. I would like to have really good sex.

My life does not revolve around sex, it's part of my routine of health and creativity.

The shower has me a bit sleepy and relaxed after traveling far too long today from Ocean City, MD. In that place, it was cold and windy, people tried their best to enjoy the carshow and they really did enjoy the license plates I made.

This possibly last work trip was nothing special. Ocean City is pretty but dull, white people walking around looking sad and angry at the world, and if not those feelings, just old. I was fortunate enough to meet one happy couple at the bar of the campsite we were parked for the final night of the team. The owner, my two co-workers and I were in this odd state of peace. We had dinner, I watched them drink 3 bottles of wine, I only had one beer, and we had music playing. It was like we were a regular team just for that one night and the man we worked for was this generous person. Three black women and this squirrely looking white man. We needed more firewood and the younger co-worker and I grabbed some earlier and noted the bar was open. After a brief dance in the street to "Heads will roll" while waiting for the boss guy and older co-worker to use the rest room, we headed to this bar. Two other old dudes were leaving, the usual music is playing, and we're just in a good mood. The bartender is handsome but inexperienced in the world. We chat with him, we chat with a couple that just finished playing mini golf, we start doing shots. Boss man buys the first, younger co-worker got a vodka and cran, old co-worker and I do the shop with the woman from the couple, then another shot, them more laughter, then another shot, people leave, conversation is had. The night wasn't over, the boss guy needed to play guitar for us while we started a new fire and ate smores.

We got our wood and older co-worker wanted the bartender. I suppose if she didn't try I would have, but he seemed pretty a-sexual, and I thought she was a-sexual. She was unusually quiet but we understood the assignment and left her there alone with the bartender. The bossman exaggerated, we should send a search party, we said she's busy getting wood and insisted he play guitar, so he did and he plays well. All those frustrating moments about a person can be erased under the realization that as he was this businessman, he should have been a weird musician and we could all be sitting around this fire in a different context, versus feeling frustrated for weeks as we were being over worked at shows.

Older co-worker never returned. She didn't get smores. What she did get will be a mystery. The tale goes, she returned to the RV at 5:30am, younger co-worker and I had a cabin elsewhere. Apparently she was too drunk to find the RV and slept outside, where she lost her scarf. Here I thought she was going to shoot her shot at the bartender.

Maybe she did and in her drunken stupor felt shame in the follow up. She could have called us and we would have helped her back to the RV. So, did she score with the bartender or simply got lost in the small, unlit camp ground.