In which Vacation=Sex. No, really.

[imood mood at time of entry: tired]

So I had been planning to attend Flugtag for about three weeks now and had been praying for a miracle that I’d get a ride out to Austin. I tried and I tried to find someone offline and on in this community over on LJ. It was nothing doing, because I just couldn’t swing anything.

So Friday (August 24, 2007) after work where I’d left early in the first round of cuts, I headed straight to the Greyhound Station on a whim/strong urge. I thought about going all the way home and trying to find the number somewhere, but I decided to just go there and see. Since the station wasn’t all that far from where I was and it wouldn’t be like I was going out of my way, ya’ know?

So I get there and avoid all of the crazies, perverts, and other waiting folk. I wait in the line for only a short time and approached the counter. I spoke to the woman behind it and she informed me that a trip to Austin and back would only run me $44.50. Now, I don’t really have the cash to spend, but I’ve been needing to get out of town for years now. Literally, years.

As I had some money stashed for upcoming costs, I decided to go ahead and use that. I was at the point where I hated everything and everyone. I hated my job. I hated the customers. I hated some of my co-workers. I especially hated our fucking managers, because sometimes they just suck and/or are wacked out of their minds. I hated going in to work. I hated everything about it.

I had planned to just get on a bus then and there and head out. But after the attendant told me about the other departure times, I decided to go the next day after I’d gotten some sleep and visited Wal-Mart for things to take with me.

Long story short, I ended up on a noon-ish bus to Austin and on my way to see Flugtag, which I have wanted to see in person for years. As far as I knew, it hadn’t ever come anywhere near me before. I wasn’t just going to let this opportunity pass me up.

I went. I enjoyed myself for the most part, and I got to see some of the crazies that Austin has to offer. They definitely explain the city’s slogan (Keep Austin Weird). I took lots of pictures, but still didn’t take as many as I wanted to.

I met a few nice people, including my bus driver, Maurice. I ended up being taken care of, even though I had never visited Austion before, didn’t know anything about their mass transit system, or even where exactly the event would take place.

To add to all of the good cheer and cure some of the rough patches of nearly being lost and stranded in an unfamiliar city, having to walk all over the place, and having to stand up the entire time on aching feet, despite the fact that I got there early and saved myself a pretty good spot (not to mention being bumped around and stepped over by jerks that didn’t come early, but still wanted to push their way to the front of the massive crowd), I had Vacation Sex.

Now, it wasn’t “true” vacation sex, because you’re suppoed to go somewhere and nail a native/local person, but sex while on a mini vacation did occur. Out of all of the choices I had (and I did have choices, wow!), I ended up with the guy that had just moved there about two months ago. He was, in fact, my nice bus driver, Maurice. He was going to drive two shifts pretty close together, but had a couple of hours inbetween the two. Well, we decided to ‘hang out’ for a while.

Don’t get me wrong, I was exhausted, because I’d been up all day and hadn’t slept since the day before, but it was there and I liked him rather a lot. Before anything happened, we talked for a long time, on the bus and off. I found out that his life and he himself were riddled with drama that I didn’t want any part of. Finding all of that out makes it all the more convenient for me to walk away from that crazyness.

I have enough drama in my life without incorporating any of his into my own. I still have his number, because we called one another and he sent me text messages. I doubt that I’ll call him again, but I do know that the option is there when I go to Austin again. Who knows, but he’s just got too much going on.

Still, it was good sex overall and he was very sweet about everything. I could tell that even though he doesn’t want to be in a relationship at this point after everything that’s happened, he still has that sweet mindset. I say, once he’s worked through all of his shit, he just might be okay when he gets a chance to settle down again.

All right. The library’s closing and I don’t even have time to check this for errors. Ignore them, I say! I have a morning shift tomorrow (Monday, August 27, 2007), but I should be off early. I will be around in some way.

Oh, and how was your weekend? = DDD

Danielle