soup.

duders,
taking a bath?
yeah.
it's not just for girls anymore.
you know that right?
no?
well,
you do now.
it's good for you.
shawn and meryl.
erstwhile proprieters,
current temporary residents,
and all around great hosts at the louderhorn inn,
made sure my bed was made and ready,
they made sure i had food for my road-dusted,
world-weary war-torn sh!tty F*ing face as soon as i landed,
they made sure there were expert treats
muffins and cupcakes and cookies, an' that,
from the face-tattooed crusty jugglers at hard times cafe,
and those on on more than one occasion, even.
bloarpity diapersquares of vegan pizza in multiple forms,
and in gargantuan amounts, from two different places?
yeah.
i love pizza.
and there was thai food,
and homemade veggie bouillabaisse,
and popcorn with nootch,
or as they were clearly incorrectly calling it-
nut. yeast.
ugh.
i love the new lexicon of active participation,
but i don't care if you're abbreviating the word nutritional or not...
nut. yeast??!
that just can't go on my treats.
c'mon.
they made sure there was real coffee and decaf tea,
and scones for days and days and days...
awwwwwwwww.
thanks,
shawn and meryl,
and minneapolis,
for the last good time together in that place, ever.
word up.
*
all the gorging and swallowing and ingesting aside,
they also let me use their great big giant sexy bathtub.
check the the grainy low-light-type soupbowl teleport:

yep.
neighbors,
it's just so big.
like,
extra wide, even.
big enough for two, in fact.
and i sat and i sat and i pruned up and waterlogged
and i let all the stress and despair and defeat and disquiet
leak into the water,
which somehow,
instead of turning blue-black and bloody,
stayed crystal clear.
weird, huh?
how that much anxious angst and anger can ooze out of you,
and there's nothing to show for what's transpired but wrinkly bits?
uh-huh.
whatever, friends-
that bath was the super hottness.
baptized again in a porcelain oval,
a warrior witch's cauldron,
boiling me alive, or cooking off the weak sauce.
universal solvents,
and waterborne solutions?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i take full advantage of the amenities.
value-added luxury indulgence,
closing out the louderhorn as likely the last houseguest
before the big finale in january.
they're leaving,
and i'm never coming back, either.
i'll see those two again,
but i'll sure miss that massive bathtub forever.
life hurts,
a whole lot,
sometimes,
but bath time made it all better,
even if only for a little itty bitty baby minute.
i am still grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....