Rich and I took a day trip to the Russian River (Guerneville to be exact) this past Saturday. Although I was in New England in June and seemingly on a long vacation, I was actually always connected and working. This past weekend afforded me the opportunity to go offline completely and I did not hesitate to enjoy the “time away.” Rich, our friend Eric and I bought tickets, packed a backpack with suntan lotion and clean shorts and t-shirts and headed to the Castro to catch our ride.
The Daytripper bus takes hearty queers north every weekend. While we expected a more luxurious coach, the 1980-something school bus was actually a blast. Full of vodka and without a bathroom, it’s amazing how an empty cranberry juice bottle can serve as an impromptu toilet. Oh yea – it was also full of vodka. As were we by the time we hit Santa Rosa. We arrived and hit the pool party at the Triple R and enjoyed a chili dinner with Chris and Joseph. The day ended with a spirited bonfire next to the river. I enjoyed a return to my Grateful Dead/Burning Man roots hanging out half naked. Just watch those trails leading into the campground. Hmmm. Gluttony.
We arrived home at 4 a.m. and were welcomed by a urine-soaked bed – while we had a sitter most of the day and evening for the dogs, Louie took the opportunity to protest our absence with a romp on the comforter. So, we did laundry before finally stumbling under the covers an hour later.
I love my fiance and I love the day we had. We head back for a full weekend in several weeks. That will be well worth the wait!
