I went on the day boat, having told Georgina I would keep her company during her shift. Dax was also on, however he was working as a deckhand rather than selling food/beverages. I prefer to hold my word with friends if I can, but honestly, I’m going to listen to my intuition next time. It was the heaviest day of my moon and it felt like I was having a bad acid trip. Everything was vibrant and moving. I felt extremely tired and emotional. I sat down at the first table I saw and shoved my face into my pillow, shutting out the world.
Mulch and Dots showed up at my table. Dylan came along, too. I was surprised lodgies were waking up at 6am on their days off.
I was half asleep when I heard Dax get on the speakerphone to start the safety speech, breaking it in with a joke. “Why do they call it Man Overboard? Because women don’t go overboard.” He was the only one that laughed at his own joke. After having done the full safety speech, he joined us at our table.
Mulch goes, “You slurred your safety speech, bro.”
Apparently Dax got blackout drunk last night and his co-workers had to pull him out of bed this morning since he played an important role on the boat. He looked barely alive today. That made two of us.
Eventually I woke up a little bit after I downed multiple cups of coffee. Georgina stole me some lemon seed muffins after I ate an entire box of pastries I took from the breakfast buffet. I went back to the table and somehow got on the topic of my obsession with dudes hands, especially when they’re all grimy. I pulled out various pictures of my favorite hand pics I took of different lovers throughout the years. Only a special few made it to my album. Dax starts talking about how his hands got covered in oil when he was working with mechanical equipment.
“That’s so hot,” I said.
Dots goes, “Like, what is it about that? Do you like when they touch you–“ *motions hand up her arm*
I cut her off and said, “Oh yeah, I love getting fingered with men’s hands covered in filth like that.”
I really love saying shit like that out of the blue and watching everyone’s body language shift and move. Their eyes get all big and they get all fidgety. It keeps me entertained to watch people get all tense and uncomfortable.
“Here! Let me show you a picture,” I said.
“Freyja, no,” Mulch said as he put his hand up.
I was in tears from laughter. So then fucking Dax comes back to the table 5 minutes later to show me his hands completely drenched in some sort of black oil.
“You can take a picture if you want,” he said.
Obviously I did.
He walked away and I said, “It’s nice and all, but overall I prefer dirt.”
So, the whole boat ride was an insanely beautiful experience. It was way better than I expected. There were sea otters with babies, sea lions, whales, birds of different kine, however I had a really difficult time appreciating and absorbing everything. It was a total of 8 hours and my cramps were at an all time high so my focus wasn’t really on the National Geographic wildlife in front of me.
We arrived at a glacier then took some pictures of each other holding a piece of an ice plate that Dax retrieved out of the water. I ate a sandwich then laid down on the seats and put a blanket over my face. I checked out the rest of the trip. Everyone tried waking me up so I could look at the other glaciers, but I was too pissy and not having it. I didn’t feel guilty missing the majority of the experience because the lodge employees were allowed to go on the boat anytime free of charge, whereas it normally cost around $300.
When we made it back to the dock, I put an invisible bubble around me as I walked all the way back to Brown Town. I felt so highly anxious and antisocial that I dreaded being anywhere outside of my dark enclosed room. I did a great job at avoiding everyone, up until 8 pm. I was moments away from falling asleep when Juozas came in, claiming he needed a toothpick. Vance made a short appearance as well.
I was in the fetal position spooning my stuffie. “Now’s not the time,” I said.
Still, I found the energy to flirt with Juozas in Lithuanian. He asked if I’ve been getting fucked or at the very least sucking anyone’s cock since he last saw me.
“I wish,” I said. “Gimme yours.”
He checked his watch. “When do you get off your period?”
“Still a few more days left.”
I told them to let me sleep. Juozas grabbed some of my chocolate then high-fived me before he left. He always does that and I always laugh because I just want to squeeze him and cover him in kisses, yet he makes it seem as if I’m going to take advantage of him or something.
