Thursday, March 8, 2007

The Weekend

So I’ve decided to talk about my weekend get away; the one I promised to tell about. It was an adventure, a mystery, and an awakening of the soul. Oh, and it was a lot of fun too. So anyway, here’s how it all went down:
One of my very dearest friends sent me an email saying that she wanted me to go somewhere with her that weekend, that I was not allowed to say no, and that it was a surprise so she couldn’t give me any details about it. “Ok,” I said, “Let me see what I can do.” Absolutely not, no seeing about it, I have to go…period. “Ok” So I made the arrangements.
As the week progressed, anticipation built, several emails were exchanged. I pleaded “How am I supposed to know what to wear if I don’t know where we’re going?” The reply…”Wear something elegant yet casual, and layered as there will be several climate changes” Oh no…no curiosity here. My friend got a real kick out of the notion that here I was being taken somewhere where we could be “sacrificing goats for all you know…and you’re worried about what to wear.” What could I say but that, “Even sacrificial goats deserve an appropriately attired sacrifice.” Of course I still had no idea what to wear and my curiosity has doubled. I was talking about it to everyone, trying to get thoughts gathered that might help me make sense of my upcoming adventure. Never happened.
So the big day comes, I still have no idea where we’re going. I still have no idea what to wear (I brought like five outfits just to be safe) I get picked up at the house at about 7:30 Friday night, then after getting into the car I’m blindfolded. Yes, blindfolded. I was told by my friend that “I had to go through this too. It’s necessary to keep the destination a secret until after you though the ceremony.” So now I’m thinking…sacrificial goats? Hmmm. She then gets on her phone and calls someone to let them know that “I [my friend] have the victim” Oh this is getting more mysterious by the minute, and the adrenalin is staring to flow. Then the ultimate question…she asks me “Do you trust me?” Well, truth be told; I would trust her with my life and so…I did. Then the question was
“What if I took you to a BDSM hotel, would you tell R”
“Of course I would”
“You really would, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes”
“Ok, well we’re almost here. I have to call them again and let them know.”
Shortly after, I heard the distinct sound of gravel under the tires. I was certain we had left the main road and now… we were preparing to…what?...sacrifice goats?
She stopped the car and told me that she had to go and open the gate. Oh how the anticipation was building, my trust was really there, but of course I had to ask myself “what if?” but no…I do trust her and I know that no matter where we are or what (god only knows) she has planned, I’ll be fine.
It’s time to get out of the car. “Can I take the blindfold off now?”
“No! You trust me, right?”
“Yes”
“Ok then, there are people here who are going to help you get out of the car. You’re on solid ground, we’ll guide you”
Creaking door, cold metal stool, sensing the presence of others in close proximity to myself, Dead Can Dance playing in the background along with Alester Crowley speaking on the sacrifice…maybe it is a sacrifice.
“Ok, we’re going to take the blindfold off now. Are you ready?”“Yes” So many candles burning…I can’t see anything…
“Surprise!”
We’re in the garage of two of my other bestest friends J & A and everyone begins to laugh.
“What about the gravel road and the gate?”
She told me that she purposely drove on the edge of the road to through me off and the gate… just a ploy. She only got out of the car and messed with the mailbox for a minute. She’s too good.
It was great beginning to an even greater weekend. We all went to the grocery store and loaded up on junk food goodies and went back to J & A’s and pigged out while watching movies and talking. It was a slumber party.
The next morning we got up and cut and dyed my hair (BlueBlack). I like it a lot.
Then off we went to Chicago, but I was still kept in the dark about where we were going. Soon I found out that I was being taken to the Greenfield/Glenview (?) Conservatory. It was wonderful. We spent time going through all the different areas; the fern room was the best! I knew my friends had done this because I had been feeling so out of touch with nature. It was one of the most beautiful and sincere gestures that I have ever had the pleasure to witness, and I still can’t begin to thank them enough. I love them all!
After we left the conservatory we went out to the FlatTop Grill for dinner. That was also a bunch of fun. It’s set up similar to a buffet, but it’s Stir-Fry. You select the ingredients that you want and then they cook it up for you. You can make as many trips up as you want and they have a large variety of items, sauces, and toppings. And if you don’t know what you want or you’re afraid that you might not have something turn out to well, they have suggested recipes to try, and if it’s really bad then all you do is go up and make something else. It was great.
The adventure home was an adventure in itself as the weather had turned to an evil ice storm and the roads were pretty darn hazardous. But we made it and the weekend adventure was completed by our regular D & D session that was going on when I got home.
Two thumbs up. Things couldn’t have been nicer. And no dead goats J

2 comments:

Mr. Fabulous said...

Huh. I sacrifice goats naked. They've never complained.

Nine?

maeve63 said...

You're too funny mr. fab! But seriously...I've had three billy goats get quite "gruff" with me for not being dressed just right
;-)

And yes, 9, but not all were birthed by me, doesn't really matter though as raising them really is the more difficult of the two (although birthing is a serious pain). What can one say...I love them all and watching them grow and succeed is something truely connective to the uttermost energies that guide the universe.

Thanks for commenting. It's the type of thing that really makes my day. (I know, I need a life) But thanks anyway.