We were in Sonoma, taking in the view of rolling vineyards, slowing down for cyclists and pointing to wineries we were curious to explore, headed to a friend’s rehearsal dinner. Rick drove slowly, chatting with Bobbi and Enid in the back seat about things bucolic, eyeing them in the rearview. I was fixing my lipstick in the visor mirror when I heard the gling gling my phone makes.
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It is day eleven of our Mongolian trek. I’ve surrendered all hope of exerting my influence on my mount who, like a small dinosaur, tears up the earth with his hooves, his instincts on overdrive, galloping frantically in front of the herd. I want to love the sense of abandon that this sort of near death experience can offer, but more than that I want to go home alive, and this seems like a way to fail at that goal.
Petite, pierced, and gently tattooed, Sean of the bright blond highlights drove his blue Toyota Camry up from Coconut Grove, Miami, to attend the University of South Carolina. He was funny and gentle and alternative in a way that you could be alternative in 1996. We met me in a class on Hegel, he a senior and me a freshman, and within a few months I had sucked him into a vortex of insanity so pure and seductive that he was convinced it was all his idea.