Goddess Gala

Saturday we have a goddess gathering. The staff trailer/hang-out space, also known as the Stinkhouse, is transformed into an oasis of white sheets with rose petals sprinkled on top, candles, streamers, and men in loin-cloths giving massage. I'm lying about the loin-cloths, unfortunately. That idea was nixed by the "People and Culture" Department, since apparently we're supposed to respect people's boundaries while we're here. We even had to go to a whole meeting about it, more about that later. 

Anyway, we all pretended that the boys were in loin-cloths, and the massages were very sensual, and at some point someone brought in a vat of chocolate covered strawberries, and my masseuse Miguel fed one to me as he caressed my back and so things were all very good as far as that was concerned. 

"This is the most action I've gotten all summer," I told Miguel, just to egg him on. 

Then my new BFF Christine and I had a spectacular dance-off, and I only got myself entangled in a power cord once, and when it was time to watch a movie we made boisterous bunny and blade of grass shadow puppets in front of the screen until the goddess in charge yelled at us to can it, and after another fifteen minutes or so we got bored from the lack of attention upon us so we decided to rampage around campus. It was, we presumed, prime time for us to strike since the vast majority of women staff members were currently in the trailer, and the men must therefore be starving for company. 

Which is why ten minutes later found us literally jumping out of the shadowy bushes at two of our male friends as they drove by on a cart, yelling "Boys! Boys!" 

It was our rallying cry as we headed up the hill to the staff dining hall, where there were more boys indeed, and the nightly shenanigans and dance offs and singing and guitar playing could commence in their usual fashion. Our wiles were so strong we even lured a boy halfway down the hill with us before he remembered that his tent was actually in the other direction. So all in all it was a successful night, even if we weren't exactly good little goddesses. There are all sorts of ways to be a goddess, I am finding out.