jennavive (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} abandonfaerie) wrote,@ 2006-05-29 21:44:00 |
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boop boop be doop. whata luck goil
This weekend has been so wonderful, the weather exquisite.
Friday night I didn't go home.
Saturday morning I worked and was luckily informed by a customer that there was a Mushroom Festival going on in Morgan Hill. Thus sparking an idea in the mind of a boy, we should go and drive on through to Carmel. It was decided.
The trip began rather late nearly 7pm, the roads were clear the skies aswell and everything felt good. We passed the festival by with laughter, fuck it, the road is too tempting. Stopped at Reservation in Marina, watched how quickly the sun would drop that evening and shared a deep sunset kiss. Then strangely enough visited my mother, at her house. He fell in love, and continued to be overwhelmed by every room. Till her witnessed the garden, that is where is jaw fell. Though out the house he would take note of all of my younger pictures, pointing out that my present beauty was a long time coming. I can't help but blush. He talks with my mother, they communicate. They share authors. Drink our mugs till the last drop and hug ado.
By the timing of our arrive to the Carmel coast, it was nearly 10, all of the inn's were either occupied or closed. We resided at a beach at the base of the hill, open, till midnight, we laughed, talked about sex, and the past. It was an honor.
Shortly after we traded seats in the car and set back for home.
At home, we found the neighbors to be wide awake, and figured what they hell lets have a drink. I made a line of sex shots. Downed them in order. We shared cigarettes and a few other things and passed away in bed.
This morning. Woke to another beautiful blue. The plan was to return. After another easy drive, we landed on Cannery Row. Walked the streets for a bit, no really destination. Then our minds and stomached chimed there requests for nurishment. About face. The Wharf was calling people in with dozens of tantalizing chowders and shellfish. Cotton candy. Salt water taffy. Any flavor. Whatcha want? We planted ourselves at Abalonetti. Perfect. Enjoyed a meal they way one should. Any mean attained and consumed in under and hour. Is not dedicated to food. starve.
After a pair of smokes, we turned to the sweets, a couple lollis for practice, some taffy for that girl, and jawbreakers cause...well cause.
We returned to the car, unloaded.
The Aquarium, a place I hadn't experience in nearly 6 years. I did today, I got to be kissed in ever exhibit and held in front of my favorite tank. The Jellies. Two and a half hours later, we sealed the show with a kiss from the otters.
Walking back up Cannery Row, he chose to by me a root beer float, form Ghiradelli. Quaint.
And delicious.
Upon returning to the car my mother places a call to me. Inviting us to join her at lovers point. We do. We have our moments. Kisses, shells. Hugs, pebbles. Stares, braces.
We trade places in the car again, and return home.
Yea my weekend was all of that, and more.
This weekend has been so wonderful, the weather exquisite.
Friday night I didn't go home.
Saturday morning I worked and was luckily informed by a customer that there was a Mushroom Festival going on in Morgan Hill. Thus sparking an idea in the mind of a boy, we should go and drive on through to Carmel. It was decided.
The trip began rather late nearly 7pm, the roads were clear the skies aswell and everything felt good. We passed the festival by with laughter, fuck it, the road is too tempting. Stopped at Reservation in Marina, watched how quickly the sun would drop that evening and shared a deep sunset kiss. Then strangely enough visited my mother, at her house. He fell in love, and continued to be overwhelmed by every room. Till her witnessed the garden, that is where is jaw fell. Though out the house he would take note of all of my younger pictures, pointing out that my present beauty was a long time coming. I can't help but blush. He talks with my mother, they communicate. They share authors. Drink our mugs till the last drop and hug ado.
By the timing of our arrive to the Carmel coast, it was nearly 10, all of the inn's were either occupied or closed. We resided at a beach at the base of the hill, open, till midnight, we laughed, talked about sex, and the past. It was an honor.
Shortly after we traded seats in the car and set back for home.
At home, we found the neighbors to be wide awake, and figured what they hell lets have a drink. I made a line of sex shots. Downed them in order. We shared cigarettes and a few other things and passed away in bed.
This morning. Woke to another beautiful blue. The plan was to return. After another easy drive, we landed on Cannery Row. Walked the streets for a bit, no really destination. Then our minds and stomached chimed there requests for nurishment. About face. The Wharf was calling people in with dozens of tantalizing chowders and shellfish. Cotton candy. Salt water taffy. Any flavor. Whatcha want? We planted ourselves at Abalonetti. Perfect. Enjoyed a meal they way one should. Any mean attained and consumed in under and hour. Is not dedicated to food. starve.
After a pair of smokes, we turned to the sweets, a couple lollis for practice, some taffy for that girl, and jawbreakers cause...well cause.
We returned to the car, unloaded.
The Aquarium, a place I hadn't experience in nearly 6 years. I did today, I got to be kissed in ever exhibit and held in front of my favorite tank. The Jellies. Two and a half hours later, we sealed the show with a kiss from the otters.
Walking back up Cannery Row, he chose to by me a root beer float, form Ghiradelli. Quaint.
And delicious.
Upon returning to the car my mother places a call to me. Inviting us to join her at lovers point. We do. We have our moments. Kisses, shells. Hugs, pebbles. Stares, braces.
We trade places in the car again, and return home.
Yea my weekend was all of that, and more.
