high as a kite

jen ventured to my abode on the weekend to help in the attempt at making a greenhouse, with the aforementioned sheets of steel mesh.. it was a dome tunnel in my head but ended up looking like an upturned boat.. so a revision of structural engineering (or lack thereof) must take place before any further progress can be made.. basically we gave up and got pissed. we lit a fire. put on some medieval music. turned on the fairy lights. made spiced wine.. then the antics began. the fire drum i salvaged from hard rubbish, last time i was in the city, is an enamelled thing.. like an oil drum. the fumes of the burning enamel paint was enough to send flames shooting horizontally in the wind about, oh, a METRE.. i made the wine with 3 bottles of $2 clean skins and had to add so much spice and sugar to hide the taste it ended up dripping, off the cups we dipped into the pot, like radioactive slime but it did the trick cause next thing you know we're dressing up in drag and i'm lacing jen up in this corset so tight we're busting the strings and wigging up and hatting up and generally being frockaholics which inevitably led to taking bad drunken photos that were as blurred as our vision.. then as it was so windy outside, i was taken by the idea to whip out my old kite with the ten metre gay rainbow tail and enough string on the spool to crash it into the moon.. i haven't flown that thing for so many years i forgot how fun it is! so there we were in the middle of the night, festooned in so much embroidered velvet we could have sheltered ourselves from the atom bomb, smelling of spice, running across the newly ploughed field flying a huge kite that looked like a massive sperm, trying to fertilise the full moon. it was like something out of dune.. except the worms underfoot = way smaller. and duuuuuuuuuuuuuude.. newly ploughed fields + drunken running in floor length dresses in the wind while looking back over your shoulder at a kite + darkness = skinned knee. i couldn't believe the depth of the furrows! it was like that scene at the start of the matrix where the cops and agents are chasing trinity over the zigzagging warehouse rooftops! up up up, down down down.. i can't remember how many times i fucking fell over!! but i know each time i did, i laughed my ass off, which is what it's all about really.. huzzah for random guests!