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Straight out of my journalthe PG version, lest the kids should ever find it
Another great trip to Sunny REst this past weekend. T and A weren't there--they were vacationing with family in North Carolina--but J and M were, so we let them know we were coming. We were invited to join them at a party where we met some faces we'd been introduced to last time and plan were made to meet up later for an evening of complete debauchery. We alternated between the nightclub and P and S's, then ended the evening at P and S. M and J, V and G, T and M all joined us. The party finally wound down at about 3:30AM and we crashed on a futon for a few hours before making a hushed exit, whispering our goodbyes to P in the hall as he stumbled out of his bedroom. Why do I write this? So I won't forget. I've learned something about the nature of "debauchery"--and that is that despite the fact that some people can only fantasize about things we do, that as people who have regular access to this lifestyle, one event can quickly blur with another.
The following day, still tired from a sleep-deprived night, we made the drive home. At five, Eric started dinner and we sat around an talked for awhile. He told me his plan for later: to inflate the air mattress and drag it out in the middle of the field at night. Throughout the evening he'd give the mattress another pump or two until it was fully inflated and then at 9:30PM we started a movie. I was beginning to wonder if the "mattress-in-the-field" plan would be realized, but when the movie ended, he left briefly and returned carrying a fitted sheet and a flashlight. He helped me find my shoes, then suggested I remove my clothes before we head out. He threw the blanket from the couch around my shoulders, handed me the sheet and the flashlight, and we headed out to the deck where the mattress was waiting.
I will never forget the sight of him walking in front of me, the flashlight trained on the area around him, the movement of his youthful buttocks, as he strode into the field holding the mattress at his side.... Everything that he IS was in that stride, that form, and should I be fortunate enough to be by his side thirty years from now he will still be that form to me...leading me to our bed in the field...