Spring has definitely sprung here in SE Texas bringing fabulously windy and sunny days followed by intense storms. We had several cool fronts pass through in April, but now seeing the lows near 70F and highs near 90. The rain has provided a bumper crop of fruit including loquats and dewberries. I particularly enjoy wandering out in the pasture at sunrise, after feeding the horses and drinking a last cup of coffee, to pick berries as nature intended. Some parts of my life I truly feel blessed to enjoy.
Aside from the eclipse chasing adventure and daily nuding about around here, we had another Naked Tuesday on 30th of April. I had been let down by the last 2 NT events, including my Sweat Dome gathering in January. The primary organizer of these events has a different perspective than me and really doesn't seem to know how to encourage input and help, though he often complains about not having the capacity to do everything himself.
We had a burner gathering (Church Night) at a bar in the near north side of Houston early in April which appeared to be a potential for a NT event. The organizer asked me to find out, so I spoke to the owner who was more than accommodating. They had an indoor and an outdoor area, each with a stage. The patio was surrounded by shipping containers and other structures making it easy to cordon off from prying eyes. In addition to a full bar they had a scrumptious kitchen. The owner said that we were welcome to hold the nudist event on the patio and even welcomed the occasional clothesfree trip into the bar and restroom.
The organizer was pleased and opened a conversation to our group. We had a lot of discussion about themes and activities, including a live band that one of our members was a member, along with ideas for possible Beltane and Wickerman themed activities. While the organizer was encouraging to the discussion, nothing could be planned until he was able to visit the venue to check it out for himself. He did visit and met with the owner, though he did not invite anyone to join him in the visit and left many questions unanswered, the owner was very open to us taking over the patio for our nude event.
All of the ideas for themes and activities were set aside, "bring 'em!" was all that was said. . . I started distancing myself from the event.
I did reach out to others in the group and they encouraged me to keep a positive outlook. I had already agreed to provide tarps to shield the patio from the street. At that point, I felt that I could either by 'all in' or 'all out'. I chose "in".
On the day of the event, I started asking about specifics. All we knew was that it was a Spring event and we were able to be nude on the patio. The organizer's wife made a 'Naked Cake', which was awesome BTW. The band was confirmed and wanted to start preparations at 5:30, but the bar didn't open until 6pm. The organizer said to show up anyway.
I showed up at 6 with the tarps. The bar was still closed and the band was there, wondering what to do. Things got busy quickly and by 7 pm we were ready. The band was GREAT! They played mostly jazzy rock numbers, both covers and original songs.
The owner said that he did not know we wanted the kitchen open and closed it on Tuesdays because the night was usually slow. That night was not slow. I had counted on the kitchen being open and really needed nourishment. The owner said that he could get some home-made tamales delivered, so we were in business.
They had a dance club (swing?) inside the bar that was less than pleased to hear that there might be naked people intruding on their event, so we were told to please keep the nudity confined to the patio. That was fine with us.
The band even attracted a neighbor couple that dropped by for a listen. They were surprised to find the patio full of naked people but stayed to check things out. I had brought printed signs with naturism etiquette and 'beyond this point' messages, but who reads signs? The woman was very sociable and interested. Her partner was quiet and reserved.
I found it interesting that most people would completely dress to go into the bar, underwear, shirt, shorts, etc. for drinks and breaks. I would don my kilt and let that be. Of course I had been in many area bars in less than a kilt, so maybe my comfort level was higher. The owner and others from the bar would come to the patio for a smoke or socialize and appeared very accepting and accommodating. Things were going so well.
The band continued until after 10, after that we were chatting, imbibing and enjoying the Naked Cake while waiting for the tamales. I was talking with a couple (Michael and Z) who I was familiar with but had not met before that night. Suddenly, Michael fell back into a chair saying that he didn't feel well. Z caught his head while I went into EMS mode, following the ABC's of critical care.
I am convinced he had a seizure, but it wasn't typical. While we were tending to Michael, others were communicating with EMS and keeping order in the area. The fire department arrived first, about 10 firemen securing the scene and assessing Michael's situation. I think most of us had been able to get dressed at that point, but can't be entirely sure. Not important anyway.
The ambulance crew arrived and quickly attached EKG monitor pads and checked glucose levels. So far, no clues as to the cause of the episode. They packed Michael up and placed him in the ambulance only to discover that something on that ambulance wasn't working, so proceeded to transfer him to another ambulance.
I went with Z to the ER for support. We were in the waiting room when she stood up to shift her clothes, realizing that they were inside out. I looked down at my kilt to discover that it was indeed, also inside out. We both had a big chuckle over that.
I grabbed an Uber when she was called back into the ER. They never found a proximate cause for the episode and released Michael a couple hours later to follow up with his PCP.
When I returned to the bar, everyone was dressed and dwindled down to only a few. I asked about the tamales. The guy had brought them by while EMS was getting Michael on the ambulance. He was called back, so I received 24 tamales still warm, fresh tamales. At midnight.
We took down the tarps and brought the patio back to its normal state, I then ordered one last IPA to go with the tamales. Got home about 1am.
Stay Safe, Stay Bare!