The next aftermorn I awoke and they had already been awake and surfing the web on their own separate laptops at the ends of their couch. I hosed off in the bathroom and got ready in the gear I hadn’t donned since the desert and started to smile and couldn’t really stop. I was going back home by visiting just a slice of my desert world on the streets of Frisco, and I was excited. After I got out of the shower and was getting all my gear ready and set up my buddy started to try to come up with different outfits so he could pay the ten dollars and not the twenty, because if you came in playa gear you were half off. He ended up in a renaissance jacket without the sleeves, so a ren vest I guess, with a long sleeved shirt underneath with thorns on the sleeves. Was a cool outfit and I thought it would work for the crowd we were going to dive into. After a bit of noise about his cell phone being charged, or more to the point not being charged, we went to the slice of heaven, and my people from the desert home I longed for.
After turning on my cell phone, I found about five messages on it. One was from my wifeykins missing me and wanting to chat, and four from my buddy driving with his fam. Most of them were his son yelling wake up we’re about three hours away, then two hours, then were was I, then wake up man, and on and on. I called him back before we left and he was certain he was close, but that became one of the mini sagas of this saga. Now I love my buddy, he’s a bro and all, but the guy gets into a big city and he’s lost like no other person I know. I must have spent a total of an hour and a half on my phone, guiding and giving directions and cajoling and harping and finally getting him to the event. It was not unlike pulling teeth, to use a bit of dentistry lingo, and by the time he had gotten there I think he was ready for whatever came his way. He was also incredibly involved with trying to get some frop, to the point that my other friend would walk away so he didn’t have to hear him talk about it. I had one brownie left from the ones I brought to the man and I had already eaten half of it, so I gave the other to my buddy and had him take a ginormous toke of the fropolicious. After that he disappeared and the rest of the time was trying to contact, or find, or keep track of him. As I was used to it, I had to let my other friend get in the know about him and how he usually splits and finds me later. So with a few set backs and delays we were set loose within the small slice of the world I had experienced out in the desert.
