Summer: July 13th-Pizza and Other Happenings at Camp Nudist (Part 2)
That Saturday, July 9th, was a bit heavy. What sticks out in my memory is talking to Cacy via facebook messenger, sitting up at the bar next to the baristas. She was motivating herself to get to Lowes. We talked about places to eat and such. She sent me a photo of what attire she’d be wearing out; it was a very befitting outrageous. I was planning to eat at Golden Light, but as I made my way over to 6th street, my phone (following a restart after a battery drain) started having some compatibility problems with my car audio features. One of the greatest aspects about my Nissan was that I could plug my phone directly into it via a charging cable and play music directly from my Spotify over the car speaker. This meant that Fugazi, Husker Du, The Stooges, Bikini Kill, etc was always blaring from my stereo, all while the phone was being charged. It was glorious. But now, it was giving me trouble. A connection would be made, then soon dropped, then soon remade, then dropped again. I pulled over on the curb next to the Golden Light, growing steadily more frustrated. Without this feature, my car was worthless.
Characteristically me, I jumped to the worst conclusion that the entire system was now broken and that Sylvia’s best feature was now in ruins. I forfeited my plans at Golden Light and headed home, eventually to get the issue resolved in one way or another (side note: I ended up trying and buying at least two different cords for the car’s axillary port; sometimes the feature worked just fine, other times it didn’t. I think it was a problem with my phone. Since getting a new phone in October, I have only had this problem once or twice. It seems to be working pretty well now).
In the next few days, Cacy and I finalized plans of changing her living situation. It was decided that moving would commence in one massive haul on Wednesday evening July 13th. On Facebook, Cacy’s residence was affectionately dubbed Camp Nudist. I had long loved the title and had genuinely wondered if there was some sort of sans-clothing imperative that was enforced for all who visited. If this was the case, I’m not sure how this whole plan would work out; surely moving personal belongings out of Camp Nudist wouldn’t have to be done in the buff. Maybe there was some special contingency in place. Perhaps we’d be doing all the packing and interior work nude and then get our clothes back on for all the outdoor loading stuff. Such silliness abounding.
Wednesday came and Cacy gave me the details. We made an agreement that I would pick up a pizza from Papa Murphy’s on my way over. In all of my several pizza escapades, I don’t think I had ever had a Papa Murphy’s pizza. There was one located near to where Camp Nudist was, and I placed an order online while at work that afternoon. Cacy sent me a screenshot of where to locate Camp Nudist: it was an image from the maps app that had had some personal illustration thrown in.
If one googles Papa Murphy’s, as I have just done while writing this post, they will see that Papa Murphy’s website is listed as Papa Murphy’s Take N’ Bake Pizza Love (etc…). From this information, one could easily guess that Papa Murphy’s provides specialty pizzas that one must take with them and cook at a separate location. Such a guess would be absolutely correct. However, while placing my order on Papa Murphy’s website that afternoon, I was oblivious to any such statement of purpose. Hence, I rolled into Papa Murphy’s about 6:00, and was dumbfounded when they handed me an uncooked pizza wrapped in plastic. My expression was somewhere between bewildered and stupefied, and I only wonder what the employees thought at my silent hesitation as I held my purchase. Not wanting to appear completely stupid, I thanked the individuals behind the counter and made my way out the door. I figured that I would have to do the best with what I had. By the time I got to Camp Nudist, I had probably put all the pieces together correctly.
I followed Cacy’s instructions as best I could, parking near where her location was marked on the screenshot/art project she had sent me from her phone. There was a large semi parked nearby, and a horse or two on the other side of a fence not far from me. I was on that side of town that had an integrated rural/urban feel to it. There are still places like this in Amarillo. It’s quite refreshing to see and appeals to that country life, quiet ranch desire in me (more on that in future posts, maybe).
I waited, and waited, and waited some more. Cacy wasn’t responding to my messages. I was nervous to go knock on any door of the houses directly across the street. There was a sense of the discreet and outcast to this whole escapade; I didn’t want to come in between any sensitive situation that I sensed might be going on. Cacy finally got back to me and made her way outside to guide me to exactly where I needed to be. We laughed over my inability to grasp Papa Murphy’s purpose, their “clever” little niche in the pizza world.
I followed her around the block to Camp Nudist, through an alley of sorts that allowed us to reach the proper entrance.
What was Camp Nudist like? What lay ahead on this evening?
I have a lot more to say about this wonderful summer, and more to say about this story. The sage of summer 2016 must carry on, and I apologize for the delay in getting these posted. I love this summer, and I love who I was this summer. I look to these memories daily for motivation in every way.
Here’s to 2018 and carrying on with my memories and making new ones.
Part 3 coming soon!!!!!!!
God’s Love & Peace to all!!!!