nomad'z land

on the road again.. i survived three nights on the bus! maybe i was more mentally prepared than usual. or maybe a lot of beer helps a lot. couple instances of claustrophobia but that was remedied by taking the outside edge of the bunk. which presented a new problem = feeling like i was going to fall out at certain turns. j insists there is no way i will fall out. in keeping with the usual, i definitely dont believe him on that one. could be worse if i do fall out, we’re second level (there are three). whatevs. i dont know why we insist on sleeping in the same bunk. must be love sprinkled with taking advantage of limited time together.

friday night – saratoga mountain winery. did i drink wine? im really asking. hmm… i think i started with wine then alternated with beer. safe house. super cute venue. reminded me of a mini red rocks. i dont remember much else, i should really write this shit within a day of happeningz.

saturday – laytonville, gaia fest. holy hippie fest. this was beyond anything hippie ive ever seen and i can be pretty hippie in my unbrushed hair muumuu glory. the people seemed like they were all on a special kind of koolaid. i did not want a sip. although by the end i was feeling the crazy hand gestures during dancing. kinda mad j didnt tell me that people dress all weird for this shit, i would have at least brought my muumuu. or made a fun costume! exciting news, we found our relationship mascot! it was a little boy who looked like a miserable little bastard in a lion outfit. love it. there is a pic of that down there. it was pretty fun, but super dirty/dusty. thank god for baby wipes. we tried to ride this “ride” where you sit on a cardboard flap and slide down this hay hill but this fool manning it yelled at us cause were “adults” and it was kidz only. he was scary. so we got kicked off that thing, but theres nothing like hippie support, as there were a couple passersby complaining at the injustice of not letting us on. thanks to a nice man named bobcat we sneaked in later and got our ride in! it was as exhilarating as you’d think it’d be. there was also a nude river bath but i didnt get to venture that deep into the gaia depths. not complaining. anyway this show was the best i have ever heard j everrrr, i wanted to cry. he is so amazing. why am i dating a rock star, i did not plan for this shit. good thing he is patient and nice on top of being good looking and stuff. on the realz, i loooove watching him on stage. he is so cool! and talented. mad skillz to pay the billz. (not my billz, im an independent woman. syke. i could use some help. but only cause im fiscally irresponsible sometimes.) and he still pays me attention even when hes performing for thousands of adoring fans. thats some real love shit probably right? barf. etc.

sunday – reno, knitting factory. id never been to reno! it was all i expected (which was not much). hahahha. it was cool. scratch that it was HOTTTTTT. during the day we had lunchy and watched beasts of the southern wild (sooo good) with mikey and sara. sara was bawling like she just got aborted. love it. j got all teary and shit too. i usually cry, but i wasnt compelled once to cry. hmm. that makes me sad in itself. not sad enough to cry though. oh god, its like a neverending cycle of sadness and no tears. show was dope even though there was no place for me to sit until i ended up back of the stage with sara, like its all about us or something. this night i got extra drunky. but guess what!!!!!! i was fun (i think) AND well behaved, isnt that novel! must be my new age of ripe ol 28! i think im gonna grow up this year. fingers crossed. not too crossed, i dont want to lose myself or anything. ejemplo: some lady shoved me out of the way on the balcony when i was trying to see j and was all “WEVE BEEN HERE FOR A LONG TIME” and rather than throw her off the railings while telling her that, bitch, i was there for a long time, almost two years to be fucking exact, i paused and said “oh. sorry.” look at me!!! im all growz up. sometimes. anyway i think thats about it. its always great to see everyone drunkyface on the bus after the show to wherever is next, dancing and laughing and actin a foolz. except for j, why does he never get shitfaced. hes too pro. i dont know how i feel about that. i want to see him shitfaced just once. so i can get over it build a bridge style.

this part of my life is lotsa fun i must admit. i hope it never ends. well i mean i hope it slows down once its time to get knocked up should that time ever come upon us. or maybe not, tour bus is pretty kid friendly. if the kids gonna be a drunk pill poppin nomad that is. i think more importantly i should be focusing on not being a crazy windbag of a woman. workin on it. i am very grateful for all in my life who help to try to lead me out of the paths of darkness. truly truly truly.

xo