Last month me and the ‘gals’ had a
funktastic night out at a George Clinton concert at the famous
Cabooze in the Big City. I insisted that for one night we refer to
each other as D-Funk, M-Funk and K-Funk because I’m weird like
that. Yah George, Bootsie and Parliament and Funkadelic were awesome
as usual but oddly looked very young … as we three Funk Sisters
agreed. Or were we just feeling the years in our bones? I know I did
but I managed to wobble in time to the familiar beats and not fall
down. I wore my sunglasses. You got to have your sunglasses … so
you can feel cool.
It was a gorgeous night in the Big
City where we three used to live but we now reside in small rural
towns so it was a huge treat for me to be there. I felt happy just
seeing the skyline and jostling for stage view with people who
weren’t my cousins. Ya’ll Indians know what I mean; it’s why
before snagging up we recite our lineage as we know it before
applying any hickeys. So I was feeling da Funk and partying as hard
as my old carcass could handle. When Bootsie came my way I reached
for his hand and licked the back of it. He just laughed. That man is
still fine!!!! M’wah!!!!
So it was a funktastic night out; no
one needed to get bailed out and M-Funk was still with us and not
aboard the band’s bus. We ended the night at a place the locals
call “The Smelly Deli.” The late night boogitus emissions
sleeping at the hotel proved that to be an apt name and the next day
I insisted going to Popeye’s Chicken so I could bring some home, I
gotta have red beans n rice.
The night before the show I got to
hang out with my lovely friend Rachel sitting on her porch and
watching humanity walk by. Rachel burned sage and sweet grass so the
entire neighborhood was smudged. She and my ex, Dan, live in my old
‘hood’ so it was like going home for me; Rachel and I talked like
we just saw each other and I so love and appreciate having good
friends I share that with. Plus she and Dan spoiled me with the
T.L.C. I needed and my Dear Daniel gave me $40 for drinks for us
gals!!! It was money well spent my love!!! Miigwech!
We Gals had so much fun we decided to
get together this month and go camping. (Whaaaaaaaat?? Camping?
Seriously???!!! MOI!!!????) I’m going because I really love the
Gal’s company but I am NOT a very good camper and I’m the only
Indian in the bunch. I know I am supposed to have been born with
outdoor skills and suchlike but I am woefully inadequate to say the
least. Plus, I have had previous awful camping experiences like when
my maw, her friend, my man and me left Minneapolis at 6 p.m. to LCO
Powwow in Wisconsin and arrived at 4 a.m. in a downpour with a tent
but no poles, no gas or money and flat tires from running over a wire
fence. We had bought bologna and bread for the trip but that was
almost gone. So yooz see how I have outdoor anxiety dontcha??? I do
have more frightful stories but you get my drift. Well any rate this
oughta be an interesting event. I hope I see some UFOs.
In last month’s column I should have
included the alleged reason for my unlawful capture by the Fuzz. Two
women had been in the taxi immediately before me and one dropped her
wallet with credit cards in it. The next morning there were
apparently some charges on them so of course it was me who did it.
Later the Sheriff told me it was the woman’s own charges that had
not yet gone through. Yes and I’m still pissed it happened.
This happened almost 18 years ago but
still haunts my mind. It symbolizes for me how money trumps
everything in this sick culture. There have been some awful natural
disasters recently and people died but the national news stations
focus on the monetary losses and what it will cost to recover. The
dead are referred to as ‘body’s’ and very little screen time is
given to the great human losses to families whose loved one’s died
in the storms.
Americans, this is your great country.
Greedy Monsters have taken over and if we who still care about actual
freedom better get together and dismantle Citizens United. Good name,
evil purpose. Vote Bernie Sanders Yo!!!
Have a wonderful summer full of
powwow-ing (Ay!) and stay snagalicious!!!
