Although we came close to failing, Adriana, Lupita, and I successfully made it to our special spot on the Yellow River today. God, even despite the few hangups, it was utterly great.
When we arrived, we discovered that five or six fucking idiots were there already. In our spot. But it was cool, even though I was dying to scream at them to fuck off. We scrambled to some sunny rocks in the middle of the river, we stretched out and discarded all clothing except for our swim suit bottoms. Well, except Lupita. Dumb bitch forgot hers, and doesn't believe in underwear, so she borrowed Adri's thong. Bet those preteens enjoyed that. Or however old they were, unimportant.
It felt so sublime, sprawling in the sun with the occasional breeze. None of us had been quite so comfortable practically naked in public, we established. We watched clouds, and found at least five cloud-unicorns. Reminded me how much I truly love those magical creatures. I now have a special folder on my computer devoted to them. And when we flipped on our stomachs, we saw how many fucking turtles inhabit the place. Dozens of them, it was nice to be sunning with their company. They were skittish, though.
But Lupita fell ill, and the sun receeded, so we left.
But we'll be doing that again, for sure.
It was wonderful.
And now I'm relaxing to various tunes, that lovely warm feeling you get with a mild sunburn. I came up with a few ideas for my future tattoo: definitely unicorns, beat poetry by Ginsberg, something pertaining to gonzo journalism or HST.
Peace.
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