Monday, August 15, 2005
Powwow 3
When I told Heidi that I would be getting Felicia up at 5:30 or 6:00 to head to the powwow, she seemed to think it wasn't possible. 6:00 rolled around, she was out of bed in 3 minutes, and we rolled out of the house at 6:20 complete with our good-byes to Heidi who was heading for Hungary that afternoon.
Felicia didn't sleep a wink. We got to Spirit Mountain Casino and ate breakfast. I was stuffed. I whipped out a Hoyo de Monte Rey and smoked my way to the beach. At Lincoln City, Felicia and I played a little at the beach before we headed to the rez.
We got to town as the parade was starting. Oddest parade I've been to. The beginning of the parade was silent. Every parade I've been too is a noisy spectacle. It felt, at first, almost like a procession. There were American flags all over the fucking place. The flag of our oppressor. The flag that flew at Wounded knee. Weird. It got a little more lively. I made Felicia go out and collect candy for me as the paraders were tossing bags full to the kiddies. She knows I won't eat it, but I sure love teasing her.
Upon arrival at my cousins, I had that feeling to RRRUUUUUUNNNNN! The rez is a depressing place. You can just feel it. There are many good things about it, but it is also very oppressive with little to no opportunity.
Trish was at the parade, according to Tyrone's brother. (Tyrone is my cousin Trish's boyfriend that was murdered). Felicia and I started to walk to the powwow when we saw Trish driving with Donovan (her oldest son), and Tyrone (Tyee, or..."Jr." hahahaha) who was just a month old. We hung out at Trish's for awhile and got settled in. Felicia played video games with Donovan. I decided I wanted to head to the powwow, but Felicia wanted to hang out with the kids and play. So, I walked to the powwow myself. I checked out all of the...OH MY GOD! I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO GET SOME FRYBREAD! FUCK! where was I?... Oh yeah! I checked out all of the booths and didn't see anything I wanted to buy. Heck, I had money, but no desire to spend it on the things I saw...until...(line Homer everyone...) uuuuuhhhhhhhhh! (don't forget to drool). Dried salmon, smoked salmon, and huckleberry jam! INDIAN HEAVEN, BABY! I saw some relatives there. Ran into lots of old friends I haven't seen in awhile. When grand entry started, I disappeared into the trees. I can't stand the fact that...well...I'm sure you've read my previous powwow posts. Afterawhile, I wandered on back to my cousin's apartment where Felicia and her cousins were bouncing on the trampoline, which they did many times, and Trish even joined in.
I hung out a lot with Miakota, Trish's daughter. She is so damned cute. Her mama can barely keep up with her, and I can see why. She is 4-years-old, and quite feisty. We talked a lot. We didn't always understand each other, but we enjoyed each other's company.
We all went to the powwow later and checked out the booths. The kids all bought a bunch of junk, probably like I would have if I was there age. We didn't check out the dancing because the kids all started whining. Felicia and I did manage to get out there with her uncle, who is 1 year older than her. That's her uncle Ron. We headed on home.
Morning came, and Felicia played with Donovan, video games and trampoline. I watched some of the channel 8 alleged news. MY GODS AND GODDESSES! What a bunch of useless shit corporate news is. I hardly watch TV, so when I do, it usually absolutely disgusts me. Such as a TV show I caught part of called "Sweet 16" I guess. Spoiled rotten fucking ASSHOLES who get gaudy 16th birthday parties...I think of my friends who are hungry and on the streets at these little arrogant assholes wasting...well...I think you get the idea. I also saw a show that involved a group of spoiled rotten cracker ass middle class and above problem children getting straightened out in a back to nature program where the counselors have "Earth Names" (Indian) like Little Big Bear. A bunch of arrogant little well off cracker fucks! Where are the people of color? Where are the poor kids? Where are the FUCKING INDIANS WITH THE FUCKING INDIAN NAMES?!
At noon, Felicia and I headed to Newport and had some lunch. We stopped at Depoe Bay and checked out the shops. There is so much...STUFF...in those shops. Stuff! STUFF! I regretted stopping there, but Felicia had a good time and I did get a call from a wonderful friend.
We checked out some touristy sights, which I'll get into in another post, and then headed inland. We got to the casino (Spirit Mountain), where we discovered it would be a 15-20 minute wait...to wait in line to eat. We had to wait to then wait in line. We went to Muchas Gracias by the DQ in Sheridan. Yes! Sheridan! Named after Phil Sheridan, a killer who loved killing Indians and Buffalo. He enacted to the policy to wipe the buffalo off the face of the earth so he could more easily wipe the Indians off the face of the earth. But I shouldn't be so upset...right...yeah. Got Felicia home around 8:00 and myself around 8:30.
Felicia didn't sleep a wink. We got to Spirit Mountain Casino and ate breakfast. I was stuffed. I whipped out a Hoyo de Monte Rey and smoked my way to the beach. At Lincoln City, Felicia and I played a little at the beach before we headed to the rez.
We got to town as the parade was starting. Oddest parade I've been to. The beginning of the parade was silent. Every parade I've been too is a noisy spectacle. It felt, at first, almost like a procession. There were American flags all over the fucking place. The flag of our oppressor. The flag that flew at Wounded knee. Weird. It got a little more lively. I made Felicia go out and collect candy for me as the paraders were tossing bags full to the kiddies. She knows I won't eat it, but I sure love teasing her.
Upon arrival at my cousins, I had that feeling to RRRUUUUUUNNNNN! The rez is a depressing place. You can just feel it. There are many good things about it, but it is also very oppressive with little to no opportunity.
Trish was at the parade, according to Tyrone's brother. (Tyrone is my cousin Trish's boyfriend that was murdered). Felicia and I started to walk to the powwow when we saw Trish driving with Donovan (her oldest son), and Tyrone (Tyee, or..."Jr." hahahaha) who was just a month old. We hung out at Trish's for awhile and got settled in. Felicia played video games with Donovan. I decided I wanted to head to the powwow, but Felicia wanted to hang out with the kids and play. So, I walked to the powwow myself. I checked out all of the...OH MY GOD! I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO GET SOME FRYBREAD! FUCK! where was I?... Oh yeah! I checked out all of the booths and didn't see anything I wanted to buy. Heck, I had money, but no desire to spend it on the things I saw...until...(line Homer everyone...) uuuuuhhhhhhhhh! (don't forget to drool). Dried salmon, smoked salmon, and huckleberry jam! INDIAN HEAVEN, BABY! I saw some relatives there. Ran into lots of old friends I haven't seen in awhile. When grand entry started, I disappeared into the trees. I can't stand the fact that...well...I'm sure you've read my previous powwow posts. Afterawhile, I wandered on back to my cousin's apartment where Felicia and her cousins were bouncing on the trampoline, which they did many times, and Trish even joined in.
I hung out a lot with Miakota, Trish's daughter. She is so damned cute. Her mama can barely keep up with her, and I can see why. She is 4-years-old, and quite feisty. We talked a lot. We didn't always understand each other, but we enjoyed each other's company.
We all went to the powwow later and checked out the booths. The kids all bought a bunch of junk, probably like I would have if I was there age. We didn't check out the dancing because the kids all started whining. Felicia and I did manage to get out there with her uncle, who is 1 year older than her. That's her uncle Ron. We headed on home.
Morning came, and Felicia played with Donovan, video games and trampoline. I watched some of the channel 8 alleged news. MY GODS AND GODDESSES! What a bunch of useless shit corporate news is. I hardly watch TV, so when I do, it usually absolutely disgusts me. Such as a TV show I caught part of called "Sweet 16" I guess. Spoiled rotten fucking ASSHOLES who get gaudy 16th birthday parties...I think of my friends who are hungry and on the streets at these little arrogant assholes wasting...well...I think you get the idea. I also saw a show that involved a group of spoiled rotten cracker ass middle class and above problem children getting straightened out in a back to nature program where the counselors have "Earth Names" (Indian) like Little Big Bear. A bunch of arrogant little well off cracker fucks! Where are the people of color? Where are the poor kids? Where are the FUCKING INDIANS WITH THE FUCKING INDIAN NAMES?!
At noon, Felicia and I headed to Newport and had some lunch. We stopped at Depoe Bay and checked out the shops. There is so much...STUFF...in those shops. Stuff! STUFF! I regretted stopping there, but Felicia had a good time and I did get a call from a wonderful friend.
We checked out some touristy sights, which I'll get into in another post, and then headed inland. We got to the casino (Spirit Mountain), where we discovered it would be a 15-20 minute wait...to wait in line to eat. We had to wait to then wait in line. We went to Muchas Gracias by the DQ in Sheridan. Yes! Sheridan! Named after Phil Sheridan, a killer who loved killing Indians and Buffalo. He enacted to the policy to wipe the buffalo off the face of the earth so he could more easily wipe the Indians off the face of the earth. But I shouldn't be so upset...right...yeah. Got Felicia home around 8:00 and myself around 8:30.
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