We started the weekend off with a half day Friday, after finally finishing ‘Blackberry Attack’, a job we’d been working on all week. A job with a no-joke title. It had been a slow progression along the outer fence, inner fence, chicken coop, and barn, paring back the brambles, wincing with each hard pull, sharp cries of prickly pain scatting up and down the row of us – but we endured with our bloody fingers and scratched up arms, yelling at them, "I'm going to EAT you" in monster voices. Ok, so it wasn’t really that dramatic, and we did have leather gloves and long sleeve shirts on. But, they were still a bitch to deal with!
On Saturday we drove out to the famous ‘Cougar Hot Springs’ and lounged around in the 105 degree pools for hours. It is exactly how you’re picturing it - pristine old growth and trickling waterfalls surrounding a series of small, round, steaming pools (that, plus a bunch of smiling naked folks and the occasional whiff of marijuana). Paul, Rita, Bobby and I barely spoke for two hours as we relaxed our sore muscles and took in the beauty of our surroundings. Later, we set up camp nearby and enjoyed the warm spring night dancing like fools around our campfire with fire wands to the only CD Rita had in her car, Brittney Spears’ new album, ‘Femme Fatal’.
On the way home we passed a billboard advertising “Judgment Day” - apparently happening for all the world on May 21, 2011 - this coming Saturday: 6:00PM. It was one of those signs (a man praying against the backdrop of a dark abyss with some lightning bolts going on and a big white cross offering the beaming light of salvation) you’d expect to see in the bible belt of the deep south, not on a random street in one of the most liberal, progressive, conscious-minded cities in the U.S. Ok, ok, we’re all entitled to our opinions and beliefs, , , but, seriously, this Saturday?! And, a billboard?? Really?? Oh, and I forgot, the most laughable part was the text within a gold ribbon, (which had the appearance of being ‘stamped in’ the upper right hand corner) that read: “The Bible guarantees it!”
Since it is guaranteed and all, and there’s no time to really get right with God by Saturday, we’ve decided to just go hog-wild with our last few un-judged hours. Curse, tell dirty jokes, listen to Brittney Spears’ “Till The World Ends”, and basically just get downright rowdy. Hope to see ya’ll on the other side!
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