Wet Hot American End of Summer
Road trip tunes: Howie Day, Poe, Dar Williams, John Denver.
Road trip nourishment: McDonald's. Twice.
Road trip entertainment: Myself.
Have you ever experienced a moment of transcendent coolness? Where you suddenly realize that you are a cool person who does cool things that most people would never even think about doing? Where you think that no matter what you do from this point on, you've already done a lot of really interesting things, so it doesn't even matter, but at least you have that.
During my nineteen hour drive down here to Yosemite I had a few moments like that. Driving along, listening to my tunes, by myself. I had a few brief moments of self-awareness. You have a lot of time to think on a drive like that. It was kind of liberating. I felt completely self-sufficient, like I was doing all of this completely on my own. I don't need to wait for anybody else to come with me in order to completely change my life and to do what I want to do. But at the same time, it was kind of scary, feeling out there on a limb like that, hours away from anyone or anything I knew. But eventually I arrived safely at my new home, here at the Evergreen Lodge.
We sit up here at about 4,000 feet, one mile from the Hetch Hetchy entrance to Yosemite National Park. The property consists of a bunch of quaint little rustic cabins out in the middle of a wonderful smelling Ponderosa pine forest. One of the first things I noticed about the place was the smell. There is also a restaurant and bar, staff cafeteria and staff dorms, which I recently, thank God, moved out of and into a much smaller trailor with a bit more privacy and a less skanky bathroom. The dorm was SCARY.
I feel like I'm at summer camp. The first day I was here, I was all nervous. I didn't know anybody, I didn't know if was going to fit in. I felt like calling my mom and telling her to come pick me up. But I have started to meet people and make friends, to figure out who is worth knowing and who isn't.
There is an odd mixture of people out here. There are a few hippies who are balanced out by a few rednecks, there are city slickers as well as good ol' country boys. There is Alma, the El Salvadorian laundry girl with a faux hawk, Bobby, housekeeping manager, a rolly polly black dude from Texas who likes Hip Hop and musicals (we're going to go see the opening of Rent when it comes out in town), and then there's Virginia, a girl from Montana who once dated a midget and has an uncanny talent for the rubicks cube. Together, we are what makes up The Green.
Speaking of green. Since getting here only a week ago, I have already smoked pot twice. I falsely assumed that they were going to drug test me when I arrived, or else I also would have enjoyed smoking a bowl with my gay boifriend Jeff (dang it, Jeff! I totall missed out!). But within twenty-four hours of getting here I had already gotten high. It had been since last February, and I had already drank a few beers, so needless to say it didn't take much. I was happy to realize that I remembered all of the pot-smoking lingo so I didn't sound like a total newbie.
Yes, this company is a lot more lax than KFT. The first night I got here, they had a keg of Black Butte Porter set aside only for the staff. They assure me that this is not a normal event, but nevertheless. This whole weekend was weird. This group of wealthy men called The Guardsmen had rented the entire facility, so basically there were 95 middle-aged rich drunk men wandering around all weekend. I swear it would have been better if there had been 95 thirteen year old boys. They caused a ton of damage to the property with their druken antics. They also hired three strippers, who weren't exactly ONLY strippers and ended up "servicing" about half of the men. Needless to say their sheets had to be thrown out after the weekend. Ew. They assure me here, however, that this is not normal.
So I've been here a week but I still haven't even gotten into the park yet. But tomorrow I have the day off and after I do some errands and stuff I think I'm going to go explore. I'm learning my job pretty fast. It's not rocket science but it's a new computer system to learn. Everybody says I'm learning fast though and that I'm fitting in well. I've already made some friends and I know pretty much everybody here. I am slowly but surely finding my niche.
Road trip nourishment: McDonald's. Twice.
Road trip entertainment: Myself.
Have you ever experienced a moment of transcendent coolness? Where you suddenly realize that you are a cool person who does cool things that most people would never even think about doing? Where you think that no matter what you do from this point on, you've already done a lot of really interesting things, so it doesn't even matter, but at least you have that.
During my nineteen hour drive down here to Yosemite I had a few moments like that. Driving along, listening to my tunes, by myself. I had a few brief moments of self-awareness. You have a lot of time to think on a drive like that. It was kind of liberating. I felt completely self-sufficient, like I was doing all of this completely on my own. I don't need to wait for anybody else to come with me in order to completely change my life and to do what I want to do. But at the same time, it was kind of scary, feeling out there on a limb like that, hours away from anyone or anything I knew. But eventually I arrived safely at my new home, here at the Evergreen Lodge.
We sit up here at about 4,000 feet, one mile from the Hetch Hetchy entrance to Yosemite National Park. The property consists of a bunch of quaint little rustic cabins out in the middle of a wonderful smelling Ponderosa pine forest. One of the first things I noticed about the place was the smell. There is also a restaurant and bar, staff cafeteria and staff dorms, which I recently, thank God, moved out of and into a much smaller trailor with a bit more privacy and a less skanky bathroom. The dorm was SCARY.
I feel like I'm at summer camp. The first day I was here, I was all nervous. I didn't know anybody, I didn't know if was going to fit in. I felt like calling my mom and telling her to come pick me up. But I have started to meet people and make friends, to figure out who is worth knowing and who isn't.
There is an odd mixture of people out here. There are a few hippies who are balanced out by a few rednecks, there are city slickers as well as good ol' country boys. There is Alma, the El Salvadorian laundry girl with a faux hawk, Bobby, housekeeping manager, a rolly polly black dude from Texas who likes Hip Hop and musicals (we're going to go see the opening of Rent when it comes out in town), and then there's Virginia, a girl from Montana who once dated a midget and has an uncanny talent for the rubicks cube. Together, we are what makes up The Green.
Speaking of green. Since getting here only a week ago, I have already smoked pot twice. I falsely assumed that they were going to drug test me when I arrived, or else I also would have enjoyed smoking a bowl with my gay boifriend Jeff (dang it, Jeff! I totall missed out!). But within twenty-four hours of getting here I had already gotten high. It had been since last February, and I had already drank a few beers, so needless to say it didn't take much. I was happy to realize that I remembered all of the pot-smoking lingo so I didn't sound like a total newbie.
Yes, this company is a lot more lax than KFT. The first night I got here, they had a keg of Black Butte Porter set aside only for the staff. They assure me that this is not a normal event, but nevertheless. This whole weekend was weird. This group of wealthy men called The Guardsmen had rented the entire facility, so basically there were 95 middle-aged rich drunk men wandering around all weekend. I swear it would have been better if there had been 95 thirteen year old boys. They caused a ton of damage to the property with their druken antics. They also hired three strippers, who weren't exactly ONLY strippers and ended up "servicing" about half of the men. Needless to say their sheets had to be thrown out after the weekend. Ew. They assure me here, however, that this is not normal.
So I've been here a week but I still haven't even gotten into the park yet. But tomorrow I have the day off and after I do some errands and stuff I think I'm going to go explore. I'm learning my job pretty fast. It's not rocket science but it's a new computer system to learn. Everybody says I'm learning fast though and that I'm fitting in well. I've already made some friends and I know pretty much everybody here. I am slowly but surely finding my niche.
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