Day 84

Zero day in South Lake Tahoe

Woke up on the zero day around 5 am. Whoop-d-whoop. Around 7:30 we went to a cafe after playing proud to be an American for the foreigners and got breakfast which is always delicious. The girls walked into the cafe looking all nice and pretty with our outfits, hair, and makeup done. Truly the men were floored. It was kinda jarring putting on makeup after two months. I’ve gotten so used to my bare face and so have the guys. They were impressed and showered us with compliments just as they should when pretty ladies walk in. It was kinda cool as one of my goals out on trail was to just be more comfortable in my skin especially as I do think I hide behind makeup just a lil bit. I love it to death as it is an art form in my opinion but I do think I can heavily rely on it at some points when I don’t feel my best or I am trying to appeal to society. I think so far the trail has been really helpful in that sense. I am finding the beauty in a bare face. Which I did on others, but more on me now. Very hoot with the progress I’ve made in that sense. Anyways, enoigh sappy shit. As it was the fourth, a parade started around 9ish. We were hootin and hollering at all the people in the parade., getting honks at while Caleb screamed at any man within our age range that we were single. Crazy honestly. After, we had only one thing to do which was booze. The girls were in their little thrifted outfits while the guys strutted their stuff in women’s jorts and cut off tees. We made our way to the beach around 11 and stayed there for pretty much the entire day. I got to play a lil more volleyball with the guys we met yesterday who had brought their entire extended family. Somehow when I got drunk enough I was chest bumping the bard every point we won. So it was a lot of chest bumpin is what I’m trying to say. Rocklicker and I had a very long conversation about who knows what. More and more pct hikers showed up to celebrate and our group slowly grew to 15+. Everyone was slamming beers. The piles were growing of trash. Louisa and I eventually went to go on a long adventure to get pizzas for the group and sunscreen which I religiously applied later after layer only for me to get slightly red and not full out burnt. My scalp got the worst of it. Eventually we shot gunned beers which I haven’t done for a long time but I still killed thag shit. I sound so old when I say that. I then had the bright idea to smoke so Caleb, Ben, rocklicker, me, and mattias smoked. Horrible idea as I had asked to get in the next game of volleyball. Right as we finished smoking, they called us over. I was crossed. For the older folks that means I was high and drunk and painfully aware of it. While I did do somewhat okay, I missed like every serve. We still won though and it was a new experience to play that intoxicated. And just like that it was dark somehow. We all lined up on the bench. Rocklicker and Caleb got a sandwich which I stole two bites from. Thank you! It got really really cold so I pawned Caleb’s jacket off him. I was in desperate need of warmth and that did the trick. A true empowerer of women. After the fire works ended we headed back to the tent site. We decided to hit a bar, me, Rocklicker, Ben, Caleb and Klara. The club was awful. Horrible musicx horrible people, and a horrible vibe. We stayed all of maybe 30 minutes sadly after paying $15 to get in. Ben had bought a round and I truly think that set me over the edge. Once we got back to camp and I sat down at the table, I was fighting for my life. I ended up walking to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet in shame trying not to puke. I spent a good solid 40 minutes just sitting by the toilet, eyes closed, head in my hands, and praying to whatever is out there that I don’t puke. And I fucking won. After the 40 minutes, I gathered myself up, washed off the makeup we bought yesterday, and made my way over to the tent. Apparently, Caleb had sent rock licker over to check on me just as I was pulling up which I appreciated but I would NEVER let someone hear me puke. I rather suffer for hours than puke. Not because I’m scared of it, I just don’t like being pale and sweaty. The thought of hearing you puke also is so embarrassing for me for some reason. Anyways, made my way over to my tent. Fought for my life and lil more and then fell asleep eventually to no air in my mattress. I slept like that until 5am. Where I continued the fight. I was winning. I think South Lake Tahoe is rivaling tehachapi in terms of best zero days!