We clung to each other like a life raft amidst embarrassing scenes such as the interpretive “rape dance” in which we writhed in a semi-circle on the floor stood in a line holding lit candles (far too close to each other’s hair for my comfort) while singing black spirituals and a particularly creepy scene where Rachel donned a men’s suit jacket and I sat on her lap while she pet my head. Rachel and I met while doing one of the most mortifyingly bad plays I’ve ever performed in. After a particularly challenging year, I decided we would celebrate here because its remoteness felt like a chance to recharge, and I had also been promised all-you-can-eat gourmet food along with the room rate. We were at Amangiri in Canyon Point, Utah for the weekend, the occasion being our 12-year friendaversary. ![]() ![]() Perhaps Rachel and I should’ve sprung for individual time in the hotel spa’s only sensory deprivation tank, but what fun would that be? It wasn’t until we kept floating into each other’s various body parts that we realized that sometimes togetherness tends to interrupt one’s achievement of zen. It’s one thing to be naked around your best friend it’s a whole other deal to accidentally touch each other’s bare skin, especially when you’re trying to achieve enlightenment.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |