Vampire Alex is still super creepy!

Ewww....FB convo:


12:52pm
Alex: I am here from space to make love to you.

me: gross dude
I don't think we should be FB friends anymore

Alex: Haw~haw. Abby's asexual.
Fine.

My past coupla days (more camping!)

In the spirit of Erica, here's what I'm up to, er... was up to until I got home a couple of hours ago. :) In no particular order (since I can't remember the order in which I uploaded photos..), Me reading a Counseling textbook in the hot tub Karthar built, me fishing, the beautiful Gila River valley in which we were camping as viewed from above), an unsuccessful attempt to get a cute photo of me and Karthar... you can see some of his tattoos at least!, and... i think there was one more... oh yeah, unloading our vehicles and setting up camp when we arrived at the site down on the river.
I wish I had the energy to tell you some stories (Erica especially, per your request), but gee whiz I'm beat! Jack and I were down there Wednesday night til Sunday, and in summation: ran into someone random from Ithaca when I met up with Karthar Weds evening (dude Ryan was backpacking and came across Karthar's camp in the woods and asked for a ride into town). We all hung out for a bit, smoked spliffs and watched the thin clouds move across the bright full moon. We mostly sun tanned, soaked in the hot tub, read books, went for walks in the woods, made fires, cooked awesome complicated campfire meals, drank wine around the campfire at night, and had sex like, all the time. Warning!! Dudes who live in the woods can be sexually deprived and so so so excited to have a woman (who is attracted to them and interested) around. I mean, I'm not complaining, but yeah, um, the poor neighbor. Well, I don't care about the "neighbor" dude camped near us. He's about 60, a Vietnam vet, and friendly enough... when he's sober. One night I opened a 750mL bottle of vodka and shared some with him. He drank an entire mug, then asked for more about 30 minutes later. I gave him a little more and he started saying, "Come on, don't be stingy! Why are you trying to control me? I'm a grown man, I know what I'm doing!" I told him that I didn't want to drink the whole bottle in one night and he was all, "Then I'll drink it! Come on, give me more, and if you're not going to give me more then FUCK YOU! Fuck you! I'm the baddest motherfucker in this whole valley and you can't control me! (ETC ETC ETC...)" He turned into a monster! He was saying "ALL YOU WOMEN THINK YOU KNOW WHAT'S BEST, WELL LISTEN HONEY, FUCK YOU!" and then he started growling. And then he started saying things like, "YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR ME? I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO ME!! DON'T THINK I WON'T HIT A WOMAN!!" at which point Karthar was like, Whoa whoa whoa dude, even though Abby realizes you're out of control and it's not about her I'm not going to let you say anything like that. Not cool. Karthar was sitting between the two of us and trying to keep John the vet calm when he realized the dude's switch had flipped but the thing about hitting a woman made little Karthar get all tough and protective. Anyway, it was a weird situation and very good practice for seeing another's behavior as being mediated by his own demons and not as a proper response to me. I could see that he was upset, and I knew that I hadn't done anything wrong--except making an error in judgement by letting him drink half a bottle of Smirnoff--so I just observed and tried to be open to understanding his experience and the feelings that would result in such an outburst. Karthar told me (after John gave up on the vodka/lost his voice from screaming or both and stormed away to pass out in his van) that I handled it well and asked if I was sure I was ready to be a counselor: "You're going to have this shit come at you a lot, you know." I think I can do it.
Ha, wish I had put in some more happy stories, but that one just sort of came out. It's really educational to spend time with people on totally different life paths. You just can't get too intwined or it seems to start sucking some of your soul.

Too Many Highlighters, Not Enough High

So the Becca quotation is perfection. At the shower, my mother kept saying "I know your friend Becca W, but when I looked at her all I could see was the word 'giraffe' so I think she thought I couldn't remember her name." My mother was with me on a Nordstrom shopping trip when a certain embroidered scarf was obtained, so I suppose such an association is only natural. Also, Becca looks as though she is part giraffe....

<--- And this is my life now.

Yes, Abby, I am wearing the awesome scarf you gave me.

Any good stories to distract me from reading? Taking pics of myself in the library is creepy.

Something funny Becca said

(from Gmail chat)

Rebecca: i dont know if i will get in because only 20-30 people out of 100 get in after the interview stage
they have over 200 applicants

me: Yeah, reminds me of Wake Forest!
Gosh, just be yourself and if it's the right fit you'll know

Rebecca: yea
i know
i will just go in with socks on my boobs

This is lovely: Tammy Federman

Much love to such marvelous friends!

Everyone: It was such a huge huge treat to get to see you all in such merriment on so many occasions!!! What a wonderful series of celebratory events. Ahhh... it was as much as I could have ever hoped for. Um... okay, a sexy (male) stranger could have kissed me at midnight, but alas, this was not fantasy, it was the most terrific of realities.
So thank you, everyone, for being around, and being together. We have something really special and I think we always will. Aww man, I'm getting teary. Anyway, just wanted to reiterate my love for each of you, and for this group as a whole. You are all amazing women and I feel so lucky to be part of such an engaging, intelligent, supportive, HILARIOUS, motivated, genuine group. Thank you all for being you. And to those whose cameras were functional during the events of the past week, if you haven't put up your photos yet, please do!! I am so excited to see them again! And again and again. :)
Love, Abby