Category: the sudden yurt commune

A hippie motorhome, natch. So we can take our sudden yurt commune on the road.

Look at this floor. I am in love. In love, yes, with a floor. Also, the seat fabric. I want to wrap myself in fabric like this and roll around on this floor.

“Hey, you guys. Where’s Tracey? It’s time for Joycean charades!”

“Uh, she’s in the motorhome. Rolling on the floor. MB’s trying to get her to stop.”

“Poor MB.”

“I know.”

The commune kitchen. Check it out, chef-aroos! Jayne. Nightfly. This is where you’ll be lovingly chained to the counter, ‘mkay?

The psychedelic loft. Where all the hungover alcoholics can sleep it off. Me first!

Wouldn’t it be SO cool to have a Blog Friends Retreat??

And wouldn’t it also be SO cool if we all got together AND everyone got to stay in one of these:

(I am obsessed with this image. My inner Amish hippie pines at the sight of it.)

Isn’t it gorgeous?

All right. The Blog Friends Retreat!

Everyone gets their own teepee-yurt thingie.

Oh, bonus: Cullen will bring his guitar for campfire sing-a-longs. (Sweet mammy. Campfire sing-a-longs! I am hot and bothered already.) Jayne will cook for us and we won’t care that we leave lugging an extra 30 pounds because every morsel that goes in our mouths will be so so worth it. Maggie May, life-saving goddess, will do our taxes — I cannot overstress how much we will love her for this. Sarahk will teach us how to shoot a gun and be gluten-free. I will teach people how to pull an espresso shot and force them to play drama games. Sheila will lead us in Jeff Bridges appreciation sessions and Ulysses readings. Ricki will explain the entire natural world to us. Nightfly will bring The Official Puppy for us to smother with love. Sal will teach us — meaning me, especially — how to sew. Kate P, Young Adult Librarian, will a bunch of the most angsty books from the Young Adult section and we will read from those as well, over S’mores at the campfire, with much overwrought emotion.

And every night, stuffed from Jayne’s cooking, high on S’mores, humming Kum By Ya, we will stumble off to happy sleep under the moonglow in our cozy magic teepees.

Who’s in?