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clifftop party as the stars fall
[Big Sur, part six] Left Fernwood and followed Jesse to a birthday party on a cliff top. There were horses to the left, llamas up the hill, the Pacific below and a meteor shower above — seriously, how does a little girl from Essex end up on a cliff above the ocean watching a meteor shower? I got lucky somewhere down the line.
There was a horse-shaped climbing frame that Saxon and Truman lorded over as a truck with a keg and a gaggle of teenagers pulled up. As the sun went down we settled into sofas and mattresses to watch the shooting stars fly. A girl with the same name as me first tried to lead Tiger down the cliff and the flipped herself over the back of the couch on which we were lounging, half suffocating and entirely freaking the hell out of Electra.
Anyway, that sunset was the prettiest thing I ever saw until the next night on the Hill of the Hawk. I swear I saw bats but they were probably just little birds.
After dark I couldn’t take pix anymore so got all antsy and I started to explore a little, flashlightless and narrowly avoiding falling over or down anything substantial. I climbed a little hill and when I reached the top heard some unknown party saying “It’s the Russian in me that makes me want to take my clothes off” so I climbed back down again.
(I later climbed back better equipped with Saxon leading the way, I think, and gingerly headed into the open-doored and apparently empty house at the top. There were wine labels and a hand-drawn map of Germany on the back of the bathroom door, and New Orleans post-Katrina stickers on the front.)
The kids really wanted to leave so leave we did (E was bored and regretting not bringing her Harry Potter book) — we followed Dave D’s car back down the cliff and into the forest, with the weird girl’s boots sticking out the window the whole way. Colin and Michelle N were reported MIA so the drivers decided to leave without them — they hitched back right on cue for campfire madness.
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