13 July, 2008

epic weekend no. 3










EXHAUSTED!

with the ever trusty mina we picked up the boys and took off south.
jeb was wearing his beach cowboy hat
rom in fetching cut off checkered trousers.
maude was farty and stank up the car round the clock.

confident we would get to destination with luigi's trusted tom-tom and optimistic we would find suitable lodgings in gaeta at the last minute during peak season, the deluded foursome set off.
arriving after midnight, we wound up staying in a charming flat with an eccentric and her two dachsunds, with whom maude bonded instantly. the canine trio proceeded to piss and poo all over the flat to the complete indifference of the indulgent home owner. we could not have picked a better place to camp out for a night.

the next day, we stop en route to check out jeb's real-estate investment. a plot of land populated with ripe fig trees and 300-year old olive trees and a crumbling house that when completed will play an active role in future summers south of rome.

running a tad behind schedule, we are nevertheless determined and we take to the beaches by storm. it is a rather rapid scramble down the 300 steps, which took us to a sea of cock, cum and swinging couples. that is a mild exaggeration. emphasis on mild. rom kept his "hi guys" trunks firmly on. i stuck to my tits-out rule and was oblivious to prying eyes. little j overcame her initial unease and hydrated regularly. jeb acquired a fresh crop of freckles. sunburns all round.

one highlight for the road:
sprawled out on an elephant-print sarong, we stretch our limbs and lay on each other's laps. attempts to shake off sand are thwarted by maude's digging frenzy. substenance for the day is in a plastic bag of peaches and bananas. we took turns in reading out loud lady v's novel. a moving ritual that was brutally interrupted by gushing descriptions of snap peas (tasting of summer and sweetness...). we had to abandon our lofty literary pursuits in the search of grub. soz...

12 comments:

albeo said...

glorious. amazing. I feel like I was there instead of locked in my London flat reading World Bank projects. Duh. More sun please... and more pics of Jeb ;-)

albeo said...

PS: is that a naked man lurking in the distance behind Jeb's sculpted biceps? What sort of a beach was that, eh Tots?

MicNic said...

Let's reinact this in a few weeks

J said...

ok, so being the typical journalist that she is, flav has conveniently cleaned up her version of the weekend.. she has for some reason omitted her trail of destroyed showers left all over lazio..
we had stopped briefly at an autogrill (hadn't even left rome) when flav and jas discovered a shower in the bathroom. without hesitation they jumped in, squealing and writhing gleefully. the bathroom attendant opened the cubicle door and was so shocked on her sapphic discovery that flav sheepishly offered her 10 euro attempting a bribe/apology.
only a few hours later on arrival in gaeta our bathroom was again shamelessly occupied by the two, knowing glances exchanged by rom and myself as we heard strange thuds, shrieks and chuckles vibrating through the thin walls.
not to be outdone, the next night in itri after another girls-only shower we found it completely broken. the shower curtain and supporting rod had been wrenched from the walls as if some violent swinging/hanging activity had been undertaken. fortunately the thick stone walls had prevented any audible evidence of this event..

pod said...

ermm...thanks for that JEB..

good writing is all in the editing. and what is left out.
ahem.

Lady V said...

Good LORD! Must write short shower story forthwith....

Lady V said...

By the way, everyone is looking HOT!

MicNic said...

What about Patata?

pod said...

errrr....

J said...

oh almost forgot, there was also a very strange disappearance of the two girls. it was the end of the day when they decided to have a walk down to the other end of the beach, perhaps enticed by a beach club there called 'the scissors'. to get there they had to cross a rather narrow and rocky section of beach known for its secluded nooks/crannies and male/female bathers of extremely liberal and experimental sexual tastes. the girls had told us that they would be gone for less than ten minutes. 45 mins later they returned, oblivious to the pitch black darkness (the sun had long since set) and the time that they had been away. almost convincingly feigning shocked and wide-eyed innocence, jasmine breathlessly recounted in vivid detail what they had 'seen in the distance' on their 'walk'. considering it was impossible to see what was happening even three meters away and the unaccounted-for time they had been absent, 'seen' seems a rather unsatisfactory verb to describe their involvement with the other patrons of the beach..

pod said...

that is QUITE enough from you jeb..

jas said...

jeb, you prurient tattler. what of our rousing conversations on the line between cult and mainstream religion? our inspired talks on gender and art? frida kahlo's monobrow? i found our seaside jaunt relatively highbrow, frankly, though it seems the finer points were lost on a pair of lecherous queens with a penchant for smutty speculation.

let it be known that we were off for some exercise and nature exploration on that beach -- dare i remind you that it was you and rom who led us down those steps. flavia and i were both, ahem, virgins, to that coastline.


my wide-eyed innocence remains intact. so does hers. we can still run for public office. showers and brisk walks are good for all.