Today the glow of my vacation was superseded by the realities of life. Work and kids reminding me of my responsibilities. Don’t get me wrong, I’m much more relaxed and non-stressed through all those tasks I do.
But sometimes I have moments where I wish I was back at Coachella. My mind kept drifting off to memories of the weekend which is starting to feel like an eon ago. Which makes last Thursday feel like months ago.
And today as I was fondly remembering my time there I realized one of my favorite parts wasn’t seeing Vampire Weekend or Muse or Frank Taylor or Hockey or Devo.
It was sitting next to a shirtless, very sexy man. While he was lying on the grass beside me, napping. Letting my fingers play where ever they wanted along his body. Watching him and kissing him whenever the desire struck me to do so. With wonderful music playing and the sun warm and relaxing. In a crowd of fellow music lovers, ganja mixing with the smell of grass cuttings.
Sensuality without it necessarily leading to sex. Or not IMMEDIATELY leading to sex. Indulging my desires to touch with no expectations. Truly the most pleasantly mellow part of the trip and an experience I think I plan on repeating. Often, if possible.
Suddenly the beach doesn’t sound like such a chore to visit!