Okay, we've had a fantastic extended week end: put on a good-old-days Chrome Squatch concert with our CP friends, spent a lot of time picnicing and swimming at the lake, had a kha-rat and fucked ourselves silly, took all day Monday to recover, and now it's Tuesday and back to our everyday routines. No more shyøma-sex to distract us until next month. Sigh. Our Chrome Pie friends left in convoy this morning for their long grueling drive back to Los Angeles, but thanks to the clever efforts of our band's manager, good old Si Bintzen, they've picked up some concert bookings to break up the long grueling drive into some more tolerable and lucrative chunks. They've arranged concert dates in Portland and Ashland, Oregon; also in Redding, Sacramento and San Francisco, California-wise. Of course, that's without S&F to lead the way, but they're grown-ups, they'll be all right. Kidding aside, it was kind of sad to see them leave to do music without us. "Sad" intensified by all the feelings of love and desire aroused by sharing a kha-rat together. And it's not just sexual, I really like the women too; Shirley, Anne, Sunny, even ex-lesbian Marcie have all become important friends to me. I hope we'll tour with them again some day, it was fun. At least Mike/Miguel did not leave with the others, he'll be staying with us for a while.
But I am also sad that Adam too has left us. To Aket again, maybe for months. Without me and Liss. Oh, I know it's not his fault, he does have to develope his Nokhon career, him being "the Negotiator" and all that. Them's the rules in that secret forbidden city: no nasty little humans. Or rather; no entry except by invitation, because I know that old Uncle Wallace has been allowed into Aket several times and he's human... more or less. It could be worse. At least we've got Mike/Miguel to dally (screw) with while Adam's away. The dear boy does seem to be seriously in love with us. And we can always count on Pokey to help us in a pinch-- or with a pinch on the bottom. And others too, we're not exactly spinsters, Liss and I. Adam's hiking by himself this time, a 12-string guitar over his shoulder, looking like a gigantic hairy troubador. Neither Magga nor Masnia are going with him, having other plans. Magga will go to Aket later, traveling with Daklakht instead of Addy. Masnia has plans to travel, maybe to Paris all by herself, she's a pretty brave squatchette. Maybe it's a good thing Liss and I can't go to Aket with Addy, since sex is not allowed there anyway. Magga loves sex with Addy as much as we do, so it'll be frustrating for them. Except that Daklakht will be going there too, once he's finished patrolling between here and there, and the thing is that the Alutna-jii MAY have all the yøramma he wants, yes, even in Aket, so Magga will probably be getting laid all right. It's just Addy who's going to be left out to rot in celibacy-hell. Poor baby.
Mike is also sad about Addy leaving, the two of them were having a true guitar epifany, playing together every day since he got here last Thursday. They both got pretty excited about it, playing for hours at a time, several times a day. Liss and I had to jump the two of them together to get them to put their guitars down long enough to give us the service that we needed. But they sounded absolutely magnificent together. Composing their own classical music-- not so much vocals or lyrics, but truely awesome guitar passages, original I think, since I couldn't recognize melodies from anything I'd ever heard before. Mike could have caught a ride up from California with the CP convoy, since they were taking the 1-5 Freeway, passing not far from Fresno, but he was planning to stay with Liss and me for a while so he wanted to have his own car here-- a classic Porsche --so that he could get around the Seattle-Monroe area. Just in case he can ever take a break from making love with us, that is-- which he almost can't; luckily he's just as dedicated to us as to his guitar. Which is nice, we like Mike and his... music. I must sound like a nymphomniac. but it's only been two days since our biggest kha-rat ever, so we're all still dealing with residual horniness. Everybody's ready for a quickie or two. Or maybe I AM a nympho, screw it, I don't care any more. Addy got a whole bunch of quickies before he left this morning, Liss and I got our share, maybe more. So did Mike and Pokey and Maki. That's enough names for now, but nobody's innocent here at the Hacienda, and that's wonderful! Except for Addy being gone. Anyway, Mike's new album looks to be going viral on YourTube and Spacebook. Good for him. He got rich as a flamenco whiz-kid, but that was long ago and his residuals have been dwindeling ever since. But actually, his finances are not bad, he's earned good money with Chrome Pie, and his share of our own S&F CD's and streaming services. But he'd spent money like a kid would, maybe because he was just a kid at the time. He bought lots of silly stuff; guitars, cars, houses, girls. Then he became an adult and discovered that half the money was gone. He'd been swindled a few times, which didn't help, but finally he started to become frugal and stopped buying silly stuff. Although he did manage to buy his parents the Fresno house they live in now and set up a bank account for them. His father was one of those honest hard-working hombres who never made much money, but who believed in and helped to support Miguel deSanto's musical career from when he was just a pre-teener. Our S&F band will also be missing Addy, since he's the lead singer and song writer. But we've been discussing trying out some other kind of music while he's away, just for fun, with a completely different sound. More like blues. Mike doing lead guitar, of course, Liss and Maki and I have gotten pretty good at singing harmonies together, Pokey has learned to use a standard drum set instead of his usual tom-toms, as taught by Benny Joe. We haven't officially begun actual rehearsals in the Mead Hall yet, but we had been jamming our own version of boogie-woogie blues on our bus almost every day between concerts. So we were hardly starting at zero.
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