17: Overflow

"We got the overflow!" Brian said to me. There was glee in his eyes.

"Wha? What do you mean?"

"That's why all the gorgeous chicks are over here!"

"Overflow from what?"

"Critical Tits, man!" he said and breast-shaped lightbulbs flashed in my brain.

"So that's why there's all the boob painting going on over here!" I finally figured out.

"Exactly! They're having the boob painting going on over there, but the chicks they got tired of getting oogled, so they came over here where it was all chill and relaxed."

And it was. Breezy and nice with chilldub just oozing from the speakers as a comfy, friendly vibe tickled it's way under the shade tents. Darren was at the bar handing out beers with a wide grin affixed to his face. There were four women on one couch, paired up with one painting the other. Another six were packed onto the other couch and there were a few women on the futon swirling paint around the curvaceous mounds of other proud, gorgeous females. I just kicked back by the moving truck watching it all jiggle by. Lu was digging it too.

"Oh that looks great," she said to me and almost pointed before catching herself. "Her with the blue flames. I like that."

"I think she's getting dolphins put on her's," I replied, nodding discretely towards the bar. Everywhere around us boobs were being painted. It was hot, funny, freaky fun. I couldn't really look anywhere without getting goofy. That's just what they do! But I was cool. So cool. Lu was getting a little frisky though. I saw the camera in her hands. It was itching to be used.

"Do you think..."

"No way. You can't!"

"Why not?"

"Lu, you just can't. You can't go walking up to these women and just take pictures of their boobs while they're sitting there getting them painted!"

"I know but they all just look so good!"

"Of course they do! But come on!"

"What about from here. They won't even know."

"You know how it has to go. If you want to take pictures of them you have to get your boobs painted, too."

"I know. Should I?"

"If you want to. It won't bother me."

"I know, but I just don't feel like it right now."

"You have great tits."

"Aw, you're sweet. I know, that, too. My sister's told me that for years."

"So go ahead."

"Naw, not today. I'll just take general pictures. They won't even know."

"Do what you want. I'm just gonna smoke a bowl and take it allll in!"

Then a new campfriend strolled up. It was Lilly. She was cool. In a world where everyone I know is totally cool with smoking weed, there's only a few of us that are committed truly committed to the plant. Lilly was one of them. We'd bonded over bud in the last few days. She had a tin I knew I could dip into if I wanted a quick hit. We had a spot on the truck where we'd tuck in the bowl and lighter. Lu would sometimes join us, but pot made her tired and the heat of the day and the length of each night was more than enough to tire anyone out. She didn't need help. I could smoke throughout the day and still tread the deep paths of the night. So could Lilly.

"No boob painting for you?" I asked her.

"Not so much. I'm sure you could get in on the action if you want, you know."

"Yeah, I'm cool. Just watching it all happen is good enough for me."

"There are some really amazing breasts here today."

"Good paintjobs, too."

"Definitely," Lilly replied with smoke on her syllables.

"Looks like we got the overflow," I told her.

"Whatcha mean?"

"All the hot chicks. They came over here where it was all chill and relaxed 'cause they got tired of getting stared at by the crowd over there," I told her.

Then she looked me in the eyes as she handed me the bowl and she asked me, "So what are we doing, then?" And I laughed.

Another woman approached us. "What do you think?" she asked me as I stood there under the shade, on top of the carpet, just in front of the moving truck. To my right was a mirror. It was a happy, happy mirror, and I was a happy, happy man.

"They look great," I told the young woman. Her breasts were each red, with dark, swirled spots in the middle and a yellow, vibrant borders. "Maybe a little pink in the middle would bring it all together." It was my first artboob critique, and I felt I'd been done a good job. Helpful, interested, objective, complimentary. There were so many ways to help when the tits have gone crititcal and the paints are out.

Slowly, pair by pair they trickled out into the day and then as a whole group they were gone.

"We should go find them," Strobe said to me. He was a new friend, too, like Lilly. They knew each other. Strobe was a cousin of Matt and both of them were friends with J-Bird and Darren. Matt's girlfriend and Ellen and Billy and Dougie were all friends, and Dougie was dating Denise who was friends with all of them, too. There was Snowball and her boyfriend. A crew from Tahoe. N-dawg the musician man with a sister kicking it with us and some of her friends, too. The connections just kept on pulling though. I was never sure how the person I was talking to was connected to the people I already knew. It was fun and edgy. And now Stobe and his girlfriend Nell wanted to go follow the boobies and find the post parade party. There was no point in dissuading him 'cause that exactly what Lu and I wanted to do, too!