Adventure #5: Micro Papingo (Day 2)
We woke up this morning and there were hardly any scorpions in Rosy's suitcase. So we caught the scorpion in a glass and set it outside. This is Pen Pen hunting scorpions.
With the scorpions successfully rocked like a hurricane, we headed up to the house for a design meeting. I thought we had a pretty good excuse for being late. We read through another play, and then had a big lunch of leftovers. Casey and I did the dishes. This is Pen Pen putting away the clean dishes.
Rosy and I went back down to the swimming hole for the rest of the lunch break. We lay down on the rocks and read for a bit. About 5 pages in I fell asleep and had a dream that James was playing piano for me. I woke up to find that it was David Bowie. Or Mike Garson. It's hard to tell sometimes. I've always operated under the assumption that if it's florid and elaborate then it's Garson, if it's lyrical and simple then it's Bowie. Who knows, really. I also saw a 50 year old man with a nipple ring, so now I can cross that off my scavenger hunt list. This is Pen Pen working on his tan.
While Rosy was in rehearsal doing a clowning workshop, I took a hike up the mountain. James suggested I go to Sunset Peak, since the sun was about to start setting. His directions involved the phrase “I'm pretty sure it's that way.” So I didn't exactly find it. I probably should have learned in Dusseldorf not to take directions from James. Instead I found a mile and a half of rock scramble that I decided to climb. I got to the top of it and sat down for a bit looking out at the two Papingos; Micro and Megalo. I got a little writing done on a new play I've been trying to start for months. This is Pen Pen being inspired by the view.
The way back wasn't quite as easy. It turns out that rocks and gravity are friends, so the ground kept giving way beneath me. I only slipped and hurt myself once or twice, which I think is a major accomplishment. I made it back to the house, had another Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all went horseback riding. That's how the song goes, right? This is Pen Pen watching the last rays of sun vanish behind a mountain.
This is a song I wrote this one time. You should download it and share it with your friends.
Is the play you are working on the Pornical? I really want to see this happening in my lifetime.
ReplyDeleteoh the pornical is in motion. as soon as my friend abe who's writing it with me has some time we'll get the ball rolling!
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