April 19, 2003
kites at night
I had forgotten all about flying a kite with a glow-stick attached to the tail, at night, on the beach until I read dragonfly Jenny today. She's done it, too.
Of course, she probably did better than I did the last time I tried that. I drove a 1974 GMC Suburban back then, which was good for carrying all of my musical equipment and a ready-made bed wherever I decided to park. I had curtains on the windows. I kept a sleeping bag and a foam-rubber mat in the back and I crashed there frequently. Got laid in there a few times, too. You've never experienced raw, nekkid sex until you've balled in the back of a GMC Suburban in a K-Mart parking lot...
But, I digress.
I got off work at the bar at 2:00 AM and decided to spend the night at the beach. I parked on 6th Street and broke out my kite. I cracked the glow-stick, tied it to the tail of the kite and sent that sucker up into the night sky. The wind was brisk and I played out at least 500 feet of string, until the kite was WAAAYYY up there. Then, I tied the string to the bumper of my truck, grabbed my sleeping bag and climbed up on the roof of my vehicle to watch the kite fly and leave green streaks from the glow-stick in the night sky. It was beautiful. Yes, marijuana was involved.
I woke up a few hours later with people coming down to the beach in the morning and giving hairy eyeballs to the long-haired guy asleep on top of his truck. My kite was still flying. I untied the string from the bumper and let it go. It was still flying the last time I saw it.
I remember that night amazingly well. I wonder why?
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