Sunday - June 22, 2008

Last night was really strained. We all sat around the fire, no on talking since Brian was still being pissy about the water bottles. I finally got fed up and placed myself right down in his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Of course he melted right to me, just as I knew he would. I didn't look at anyone, just stared into the fire and started talking. "If we ever make it back, I think I'm going to join a gym." I realize it was a really random thing to say but it's been on my mind a lot lately. Not about joining the gym, but...what I would do if I was able to go home. The others were all very vague in their answers. Brian said something about buying stock in whiskey. Figures. Cynthia decided that she would like to become a media darling. Rory couldn't think of anything but Neil said that he might commit a murder or two before disappearing again. He said it jokingly but... He's just so fucking sketchy sometimes.

Later, my mind kept wandering back to Pittsburgh. If I had never left that day... I figured out that I'd probably still be hunched over some account, trying to figure out layouts and probably trying to nurse a headache with a strong shot of something or other by lunchtime. Day in - day out, nothing would have changed really. I asked Brian and he said the same thing. Only he would have been dealing with fixing other people's fuckups. Probably handling half the accounts that he should have been delegating. Another day closer to a massive coronary.

I guess the whole thing actually got everyone talking if only for the moment. After that we were right back to the great island cold war. I wish the peace would last. I hate that everything is so weird now.

Tuesday - June 24, 2008

Brian finally stopped bitching about the lost bottles and has thrown his energy into making a new system for getting water. He's hollowing out a piece of stalk from this baboo-ish type plant. It's about as thick as my arm. It should carry three times as much water as the bottles. Jeez...I'm sighing like a lovesick kid. He's just so innovative. My boyfriend is so cool!

Sunday - June 29, 2008

Bored. Bored and hot. Make that sweltering. Bored, sweltering and homesick. I don't think I have EVER realized just how spoiled I am. But dammit - I want AIR! I wanna be able to get up, walk five feet, adjust a thermostat and - bam! - cool breeze. There's only so much that homemade fans can do. Besides, my hand starts to cramp after only a few minutes. Can't necessarily swim all day long. After an hour or so, the sand starts to burn my skin. At least I'm adjusting to that though. When we got here, I could only stay in the water about ten minutes. Another thing... The heat has turned the sand into a fire pit. I cannot move out of the shade without feeling as if I'm hopping on a bed of smoldering coals.

Fucking Brian seems oblivious to the heat. He keeps trying to touch me. Sure. Why not add another hundred degrees to my person. Nuh-uh. I draw the line. Fuuuuuuck that! Sex is not worth being that miserable. Blow-jobs however...

Wednesday - July 2, 2008

Rory and Cynth began speaking civily again today. Or...I guess I should say that Cynth actually started speaking directly to Rory again. From what Cynthia says, I think there's a little more to this blow-up than meets the eye. I mean, why would she be so utterly upset about Rory having sex with Neil? Cynthia is anything but a prude. So it's not that she was offended. The only thing I can figure out is that Cynthia has a...thing for Neil too. Can't imagine why. Unless... Well yeah, I'm sure she AND Rory are gagging for a nice hard dick. After all, it's only natural. They're both beautiful, highly intelligent women, used to having pretty regular relations. Both stuck out here with three men that are relatively useless to them. Why not target the one that actually has the most possibilities, right?

ANYWAY - Cynthia asked Rory if she would come with her to get water. Now that the heat wave is on full-force, we're going through water faster than we can collect it. They wandered back home a few hours later. Both were extremely quiet (especially for them) but there was far less tension between them afterwards. Hopefully things can go back to normal now. Whatever normal is.

Thursday - July 3, 2008

Tomorrow is the 4th of July. I don't think anyone else realizes it though. I believe they stopped looking at a calendar a while ago. I want to say something but I just don't think they'll be up for celebrating Independence Day.

I actually love the 4th of July. I can remember when I was a kid - before my sister Molly came along, my parents would actually skip the country-club scene. They would take me to one of the local parks and we would gorge ourselves on hot dogs and hamburgers. My dad and I would toss frisbees, fly kites, and play tag until the fireworks would start lighting up the city just after dusk. Even after Molly was born and the tradition became more or less confined to our back yard, we still always had wonderfully simple, yet memorable days. In later years, Deb took up setting the traditions for the 4th. My mom, Molly and I would end up at Debs along with everyone else in our modge-podge of an adopted family. Food for days and the gayest (literally) decorations ever put together in public. I'm really gonna miss that this year.

To Be Continued in Part 10