Stayed over on campus downed yesterday (technically Saturday morning) in one of the tents, went back home around 1 or 2 and picked up whatever I needed for the coming few days. Including meatballs, lingonberry-jam and a modest Swedish tracksuit. All top notch. That’s when I wrote/uploaded the previous entry, btw.
Back to campus…
(Ego Wrappin came by)
(A Samba passed by…)Noted some new scars, torn up skin and dried reds. It’s said it’s a sign of a proper geisai. I think it was from Gyama piggybackriding me. Had a smoke on the ground after falling down, all tangled up and faces down in the payment glancing upwards to a steady moon. Seemed so quiet for a minute even though thousands of messed up artsy people were just a halfemptybeercan-throw away.
(So did Yasu, Naopi, Shinpei…)From here things took a turn for the worse: my ex showed up with her buddies. Mood went down, ruined a big part of the remaining evening. Before today I’d told myself it would be ok if she came – I reasoned that we’d be even since I wrecked your graduation-thing this spring. But screw that: I only dropped in my face for 15 minutes speaking to friends graduating. Screw her.
(Back at the home base (the tent) people were doing Geisaiy things)Back to the fun parts. Later that evening some good old friends came by, students who graduated years ago. Yes, I’ve dropped by Geisai years before I were in at Tamabi.
Anyhow, we talked about things like dirty hearts and how they’d (we’d) never get cleaned no matter how much you’d shower. It was the greatest. Hell even just seeing them is the greatest – I only get to do that about once for 30 minutes every year. Tension rise and hugs are absolutes. Regret I didn’t get to snap a picture. It’ll be a good excuse to come to Geisai again next year.
(Actually everywhere people were doing Geisaiy things)
(Wish I had a less feminine pose/shot of my make. Sadly, no)
(Cold. So cold…)Down around…5?
