may i rest my sac on your leg?

 

after a harrowing excursion to the active volcano paçaya yesterday, i've reverted back to seafoam. i don't think this will last for too very long but when you're feeling vulnerable...you seek refuge where and however you can. anyway, my emotional state as of late is not the topic of this article, rather i'd like to relate a little ditty about sack and diane. on the way to the volcano, the school booked us a transport van but put far too many people on board. it looked to accommodate comfortably 15, and we had 19. in predictable fashion, zanman found himself not actually in a seat but on a raised portion of the floor that i think was just some carpet over the engine. i was stretched longways across 4 people in a comically choreographed position. i made friends quickly by making light of the absurd and unavoidably awkward scenario in which we had been thrust. i spoke mainly to this very sweet, and might i add attractive danish girl who also attends a spanish school in antigua. as the conversation went on and the roads got windier everyone's personal space kinda dissolved and arms and legs and other extremities merged with their neighbors'. at one point i drifted off and only re-awoke after an abrupt stop by the van. this was when i noticed that my genitalia was ever so gently resting on the thigh of this seemingly innocent dane. i avoided eye contact at first, but then decided i shouldn't let this disrupt the flow of convo, so i procceded to turn and continue interviewing this girl about her travel plans and scholastic aspirations. she kept on fielding questions and had a lot to say. all the while, i had the biggest smile on my face, not because i'm so immature that i can't rest the nads on a foreign leg now and again, but because i think we both knew what was happening and we were content not talking about it and letting it continue. i suppose i don't need to mention this was the best part of the trip. so the next time you find yourself asses and elbows with a gang of strangers on a 2 hour road-trip, think about where your boys are....then think about where they could be.

-zanman