Saturday, July 17, 2004
Stinky Pom Poms & Piss Fights
Last weekend, C and I went to our friend Caren's belated birthday slumber party. The plan was to watch cheerleader movies. C and I brought the movies - Sugar & Spice, But I'm a Cheerleader and Bring It On. I had wanted to wear a cheerleader outfit, but hadn't found time to rummage through my parents' attic when last in Maryland. So instead, I found an old "ERHS Pom Pom" t-shirt (now paint splattered as I wear it for painting) and my old ERHS socks.
We drove to Caren's with MC & A. We were all bemoaning not having Pom Poms to shake about between movies. Then I remembered making the Pom Poms for competitions back in high school. We used the heavier plastic pre-made pom poms for practice to build arm strength. But then made light-weight paper ones for competitions. Not only were the paper ones more fluffy and attractive, but they also made for sharper and cleaner arm movements.
"We had to make a new set for each competition," I explained. "So you'd think I'd remember how to make them, but I don't."
"Why would you need to make a new set each time? Couldn't you reuse them?" C, ever the environmentalist, asked.
"If you smelled those stale-sweat covered strips of paper after one competition, you'd know exactly why! That draft of air coming at you as the girl next to you swung her arms into formation..."
"And how did we get onto this topic?" A asked disgustedly from the driver's seat.
I love being nude, especially outside. Caren was housesitting in the Berkeley Hills in a house with a hottub out back. I was looking forward to my tight muscles getting boiled into a softer pulp and to feeling the breeze on areas of skin that are normally covered in layers of clothes.
Unfortunately, the neighbors front door overlooked the hottub. And the 70-something man who lived there had already caught Caren's girlfriend Rebekah naked out there once. So without bathing suits, we had to get into the tub with t-shirts and boxers on.
The next day, after staying up late into the night to watch two of the three movies, we headed over to Marin to find a nude beach. Our plans for being naked in the open air having been thwarted once, we were determined to find another way. Unfortunately, the drive took longer than expected. By the time we arrived, it was already 5pm and the fog had started to roll in. Not only was it too cold to get naked, but I bundled myself tightly up, wrapping the straw mat we'd planned to lay on around the entire circumference of my body.
However, the hike to and from the beach was interesting. There were these unusual flowers all over the place. They appeared like a cross between a dandelion and thistle, but they were all oozing this puss-like gel from the center of the flowers.
The dogs were in heaven. Max and C-dog and Rebekah's dog Bee ran around savoring the freedom of the wide open spaces. C-dog ran far off and then started to roll in something. Seeing any of our dogs roll makes us weary. Most of the time it means they have found something that they think smells great and they want to cover their body in its aroma. And usually this means driving with the windows rolled down as the stench is a wee-bit less appealing to our human tastes. C called to C-dog to come back and started petting her with praise right as MC laughed, "I bet she was rolling in dried shit." Seeing that C had already run her hand along the entire length of C-dog's body, we all began to laugh.
After braving the wet chill of the fog on the beach for about half an hour, MC, C and I decided to head out and let Rebekah and Caren and Bee enjoy a romantic evening alone.
On our hike down to the beach, I'd had to pee really bad. I'd found a spot along the trail that was fairly secluded and watered a few plants. On our way back up, we were about to approach the spot where I'd left my mark. As the trail bent, I could see C-dog up ahead. She sniffed my spot and then pissed right over it! Now, if you don't know dog behavior, I will explain my reaction. In packs of dogs, the top dog always pisses on top. If a dog smells a spot where an alpha dog pissed, he will not pee over it. So... C-dog was essentially telling me that she thought she was top dog.
C started laughing hysterically, "You better pee again on top of C-dog's pee!"
"I don't have to pee," I tried not to believe there was any significance in what had just happened. But as we walked farther along, past my pee spot, I started to get worried. "I can't believe C-dog peed on top of my pee!" This sentiment slowly escalated until I started demanding that C-dog pee again. I was determined to piss on top of her pee.
"Go pee-pee, C-dog" became a chant the rest of the hike. Usually C-dog responded well to this command, but she was so distracted with chasing birds and sniffing cow manure that she didn't bother to even look at me as I gave her my command. Well, I like to think that she was distracted. Either that, or she really did think she was top dog and thus didn't need to listen to me! We got to the car and C-dog never did pee again. Maybe she knew what I was up to.
Of all the people in our group of friends at the beach that day and out of the three dogs, what is the significance of it being the former Pom Pom girl who gets into the piss fight with her canine? One could ponder on that one for awhile, I guess.
We drove to Caren's with MC & A. We were all bemoaning not having Pom Poms to shake about between movies. Then I remembered making the Pom Poms for competitions back in high school. We used the heavier plastic pre-made pom poms for practice to build arm strength. But then made light-weight paper ones for competitions. Not only were the paper ones more fluffy and attractive, but they also made for sharper and cleaner arm movements.
"We had to make a new set for each competition," I explained. "So you'd think I'd remember how to make them, but I don't."
"Why would you need to make a new set each time? Couldn't you reuse them?" C, ever the environmentalist, asked.
"If you smelled those stale-sweat covered strips of paper after one competition, you'd know exactly why! That draft of air coming at you as the girl next to you swung her arms into formation..."
"And how did we get onto this topic?" A asked disgustedly from the driver's seat.
I love being nude, especially outside. Caren was housesitting in the Berkeley Hills in a house with a hottub out back. I was looking forward to my tight muscles getting boiled into a softer pulp and to feeling the breeze on areas of skin that are normally covered in layers of clothes.
Unfortunately, the neighbors front door overlooked the hottub. And the 70-something man who lived there had already caught Caren's girlfriend Rebekah naked out there once. So without bathing suits, we had to get into the tub with t-shirts and boxers on.
The next day, after staying up late into the night to watch two of the three movies, we headed over to Marin to find a nude beach. Our plans for being naked in the open air having been thwarted once, we were determined to find another way. Unfortunately, the drive took longer than expected. By the time we arrived, it was already 5pm and the fog had started to roll in. Not only was it too cold to get naked, but I bundled myself tightly up, wrapping the straw mat we'd planned to lay on around the entire circumference of my body.
However, the hike to and from the beach was interesting. There were these unusual flowers all over the place. They appeared like a cross between a dandelion and thistle, but they were all oozing this puss-like gel from the center of the flowers.
The dogs were in heaven. Max and C-dog and Rebekah's dog Bee ran around savoring the freedom of the wide open spaces. C-dog ran far off and then started to roll in something. Seeing any of our dogs roll makes us weary. Most of the time it means they have found something that they think smells great and they want to cover their body in its aroma. And usually this means driving with the windows rolled down as the stench is a wee-bit less appealing to our human tastes. C called to C-dog to come back and started petting her with praise right as MC laughed, "I bet she was rolling in dried shit." Seeing that C had already run her hand along the entire length of C-dog's body, we all began to laugh.
After braving the wet chill of the fog on the beach for about half an hour, MC, C and I decided to head out and let Rebekah and Caren and Bee enjoy a romantic evening alone.
On our hike down to the beach, I'd had to pee really bad. I'd found a spot along the trail that was fairly secluded and watered a few plants. On our way back up, we were about to approach the spot where I'd left my mark. As the trail bent, I could see C-dog up ahead. She sniffed my spot and then pissed right over it! Now, if you don't know dog behavior, I will explain my reaction. In packs of dogs, the top dog always pisses on top. If a dog smells a spot where an alpha dog pissed, he will not pee over it. So... C-dog was essentially telling me that she thought she was top dog.
C started laughing hysterically, "You better pee again on top of C-dog's pee!"
"I don't have to pee," I tried not to believe there was any significance in what had just happened. But as we walked farther along, past my pee spot, I started to get worried. "I can't believe C-dog peed on top of my pee!" This sentiment slowly escalated until I started demanding that C-dog pee again. I was determined to piss on top of her pee.
"Go pee-pee, C-dog" became a chant the rest of the hike. Usually C-dog responded well to this command, but she was so distracted with chasing birds and sniffing cow manure that she didn't bother to even look at me as I gave her my command. Well, I like to think that she was distracted. Either that, or she really did think she was top dog and thus didn't need to listen to me! We got to the car and C-dog never did pee again. Maybe she knew what I was up to.
Of all the people in our group of friends at the beach that day and out of the three dogs, what is the significance of it being the former Pom Pom girl who gets into the piss fight with her canine? One could ponder on that one for awhile, I guess.
Comments:
Being naked in a hot tub is great! S and her friends and I rented a house for the weekend in the winter in the mountains. This was the first time I was meeting S's friends, so one would think I should be on best behavior. However, I was so excited about the isolated hot tub and the view of the mountains, that I got into the hot tub and never got out of it! Her friends took turns getting to know me by getting in the hot tub with me. It's actually a good way to get to know people! On another note, the cheerleading slumber party sounds great! I may have to do a NYC repeat of that! But without the piss (smile!).
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