The Trip to Sac: The Time of Carnal-Val Part 5

I woke up to the gentle sounds of their little monkey talking to her daddy. I looked up and she asked what I was doing, then came over, snuggled up to me and pulled the sleeping bag over herself. So I was able to awake to the snuggles and hugs of a cute little monkey which was good because at least once a day I need kid time especially when I’m away from my kids. I woke up, gradually, and after a bit of candy coffee we ended up going out to lunch.
The place they took me to was called the sizzling tasty Mongolian barbeque. This is the coolest place I’d ever been to. You take a bowl and go into the line were there are different items you place into the bowl. Broccoli, pork, beef, chicken, ham, carrots, bean sprouts, and much more with a huge vat of noodles at the end. There was more stuff and more stuff and more stuff and at the end of the line you were able to choose different sauces and oils and you hand your stuffed bowl over to the cooks at the end. The cooks then take your bowl over to a gigantic round metal donut looking grill and they pour out your food onto it to cook it. As they cook it they push the food around on the grill with two long sticks, spreading it out and moving it around the grill to the hottest areas. It’s dinner and a show really and the food when done was hot and delicious. So we ate and talked and tried to remain conscious, and after the stuff fest we went over to the local BevMo and I bought my buddy a decent bottle of rum.
We went back to his house and got a little more loaded and I was then on the road. I drove and drove and drove and tried like hell to stay conscious and aware. Which I did, barely.
I stopped by another buddy’s house on the way home and stirred his brain with my mixer of burning man, and drove on. He had told me of a new road to the freeway from his house so I took it and was pleasantly surprised. It was a single lane road that wound through the country and out to the 101. I took the freeway and the corresponding smaller highways back to my home by the bay.

The Trip to Sac: The Time of Carnal-Val Part 4

Now the people there were dressed in their playa dress and it seemed that faux fur was the dress of success. There were long coats that were purple and shaggy with a matching hat. There was a girl there, a very tall girl there, that was in a body stocking with a little purple shiny bikini on over the top of it. She had on a feather hat that was shaped like an old top hat. There were a lot of top hats around the bar and you could tell who had been to the Man and who was a friend of someone that had been to the Man. There were also a lot of goggles and bare chests. At least male bare chests.
As I was standing there drinking water and trying to tell if I had sobered up from my meager two drinks, after the belly dancing if the acid wasn’t tickling your cerebral cortex the night was somewhat dull, a dude shambled up to the bar and offered to rochambeau for a drink. Best two out of three. So I threw out a scissor, a paper, and a scissor and another captain and coke came my way. I hope I see him on the playa so I can return the favor or at least get the dude loaded. So I drank the drink and had two more waters and after about an hour we went the long road back to the house of duder.
We went in and his woman said “You’re not supposed to be home yet!” She was right, but after we described the fun she understood and that was that.
Due to her, my buddies woman, insomnia I was up till at least five in the morning chatting. Ghosts, haunted houses, and craftiness were the main topics of conversation. I think we also covered cesarean birth and ovary pain. Lots and lots and lots of chatter until the pass out stage had been met. I ended up passing out on their floor in my sleeping bag on a blow up bed she had put up for me and I dreamed of playa times and half naked women.

The Trip to Sac: The Time of Carnal-Val Part 3

About that time my buddy came up with a great way to describe the event. He said it was like waiting for a hit of bunk acid to hit. You didn’t know it was bunk, but after hours the wait was telling enough. Now this doesn’t mean it was sucking completely, it was just kind of a let down after hours of driving and waiting and anticipation for my first taste of Man art. I’m not saying I was disappointed, I just think if I had dropped some acid it would have been more awe inspiring. So there we stood, sipping, in my case sucking, on our drinks until the belly dancer girls came out.
Now let me first say that these women, attractive tatted snake moving women, were quite attractive. And then they started to dance and their looks, as much as they could, faded a bit and their dancing was the focal point. They went for at least fifteen minutes or more. And we’re not talking your grandma’s belly dancing. The music they choose started off as the semi-normal belly dancing Indian vibe, but from there they went to a techno wonderland of undulation and floor crawling. I was amazed as was everyone else in the place. After that I needed a smoke so I retired outside on the smallish patio that they had there.
Outside was a collection of normal park bench type sitting along a small wall, with a couch on the opposite wall. The couch had a pair of mannequin legs sticking up from it, the feet aimed towards the sky, and there was a dude with an amazingly colored shirt snapping photos of it. So I choked down a cig and went back inside.
The music was a deafening thumping beat that didn’t stop for hours, and melded into and out of itself. You couldn’t stop your movement. You would jiggle and bounce, even at the bar, and the drinks flowed.

The Trip to Sac: The Time of Carnal-Val Part 2

Well, the adventure began on the wrong freeway, cutting across Sacramento in a criss cross pattern until he called his woman and asked her to check the location. With location acquired and, hopefully, remembered we made our way to the Silk bar. As we drove down the street to the place he stated “Here it is.” and I was unsure this was the place until I saw the little burning man in EL wire outside the place, glowing in the night. I slowed down and went by the place slowly and checked out the car level in the parking area. There seemed to be two trailers and about 4 cars which seemed like a smallish group for something so intensive and all encompassing. So with heavy heart we went around the corner and parked the car in the street.
We walked over to the entrance, which was around the back, and as we got there the parking lot was more full then it had seemed from the street so our hearts lightened somewhat. Somewhat. As we entered the first thing I noticed was a guy in a really bitchin’ leather kilt. He stated that since he had worked for the company for years he decided that he should have one of the products himself. And we were in.
The art pieces were small, but one of them, the squid thingy on the wall, was impressive. It was glowing softly from the inside and had puffy little arms spread along the wall. There was another piece that was internally lighted and in the shape of a pyramid with a gigantic eye on it. It was about four and a half feet tall. That was it.

The Trip to Sac: The Time of Carnal-Val Part 1

Ahhh the torture of being a gypsy in the wilds of California.
There was a strange meeting of like minded Playa people in Sacramento that was opened to the straights and for a taste of playa people I was bound and determined to go. So I tried to get the one car, our ford of all things, to resurrect but I was unable to do it. As the other car was unregistered do to an inability to smog it, the smoke from the undercarriage would probably non-passable it, I went to the internet and checked the prices on rental cars. After much whining and pleading, with the “looks” from the wifeykins, I rented a car the next day. The beginning of that day started at 7:30 A.M. as I was struggling to fix the ford. I was unable to get it done as I didn’t have the right socket for the job. I had a shorty and the longy was needed, so I went back into the house and pleaded a bit more and then we were driving down to the airport and getting a car. A few moments later I was behind the wheel of what I affectionately referred to as the “pimp mobile”. It was a mercury sable, unsure of the year though. So electronic everything installed I shot back to the casa, after caffinating the wifeykins at her favorite place of coffee worship, I went back home, threw the stuff I would need into the car, and was on my way to Sac town.
I traveled through the rolling hills of California, down the 46 highway through the center of the state, smokin’ a little interplanetary frop, and listenin to the tunes off of the powerhouse of the valley, KRAB radio. Fairly uneventful ride, a great double double with grilled onions from In and Out and I arrived at my buddy’s house around fourish in the afternoon. After many squeezles and love, we retired to his garage and commenced to smoke the crazy interplanetary frop and get glassy eyed. The festivities started at eight in the evening and as the joint was at, according to the buddy, a close proximity to his domicile we decided that 7:30ish was around the time to go. So we hung out, got a few five dollar foot longs from Subway, and were on the road before you could slowly and gigglingly say “Ggggggooooooooooo”.

Lysergafunkalicious

It Begins,
The first take, as it hits the tongue,
Is almost the same as chewin’ on a penny.
The worm turns and grinds in your mind,
It burrows deep and shows you things.

What you may ask?

The doors of perception,
The ones that yogi’s try for lifetimes,
To meditate their freak on,
To get to the ohm of oneness,
But whitey needs no time,
Just a jaunt of twelve to fourteen hours,
And the oneness is reached and surpassed.

A story I heard said,
There was this guy.
Don’t they always start off like that?
So he goes up a mountain,
Stairways to the gods,
Up, and up, and up,
Into the places in the clouds.
He brought with him the dose,
To see if they felt,
To see if they see,
He gave them a lot man,
Mics on mics,
And it did…..
Nothing.

The fact that they were there,
Is not wasted on those of us,
That have allowed the boot,
To enter our minds,
And kick open those doors of perception,
And free us from the land,
And from the world.