Addendum
I happen to forget one of the most important things concerning Burning Man. The personal interaction that occurs between individuals. So here is a little something that occurred between me and a dude at the gate.
As my Frisco buddy and I were traveling back from eating the burgers we were stopped by a guy at the gate. The deal was he didn’t have a ticket to get into the festival and he didn’t have enough money to get in. He asked if I wanted a half an eighth of Frop for twenty bucks. Now being a savvy and experienced man, in the way that Jimmy Hendrix asks repeatedly on the oldies stations, I was not too keen on the idea of forking over my meager funds in front of a festival patrolled by the cops and being as I didn’t have too much cash on me, and a sack already, I offered to buy him a ticket in. the crux of it was that we had to get him in for ten bucks and to do that he had to look like he was ready for the playa. So up we went to the gate, and I did the shpeel thing I so love to do.
I laid down the story on the gate folks, and they were hip to the idea of him not only getting in for ten bucks, but also in offering ideas for the playa costume to allow for a better financial ease. I wrapped his hoodie sweatshirt around his head in a cape like way and he pulled his underwear up as high as it would go and then put his shoes on his hands. Up we went to the ticket buying area and SHAZAAM!!! He was good to go, the ticket was bought, and we moved our way into the festival. He righted his gear and we made our way onto the grassy area and proceeded to smoke a little frop.
Now some might ask, why is this important? To you few, who should really know better, why isn’t it? If every day, a few times a day, we interact with each other without the boundaries we work so hard to create around us, the aspect of true communication and informational trade can occur. And we owe it to ourselves to allow for those moments every day.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Welcomed Home Again Part 9
As with most of my travels, that last leg home, especially after walking all day long, was harsh to say the least. I had to stop every so often to splash water on my face and walk around a bit to get my head cleared. But I made it home with only a little effort. As I rounded the corner of a local small two laned highway that curves through a pass here, I saw a guy by the side of the road with a car over on its side. I stopped and asked if he was alright, and it wasn’t even his car. He said he had found it like that and the cops were coming along with cal fire. So I rolled up the window and rolled on down the road. I made it into the house, closed the door, and wandered up to bed.
Now a quick note of advice for all you out there. If you have any urge at all to go to burning man, or have heard of it and are the least bit interested, I highly suggest that you go to a decompression near you. They range from an afternoon into the evening to a three day fest in the desert outside of San Diego. And it’s not like you have to be from the area where that decompression as all are welcome to attend no matter where you’re from. So have no fear, and attend the best time in your life.
Now a quick note of advice for all you out there. If you have any urge at all to go to burning man, or have heard of it and are the least bit interested, I highly suggest that you go to a decompression near you. They range from an afternoon into the evening to a three day fest in the desert outside of San Diego. And it’s not like you have to be from the area where that decompression as all are welcome to attend no matter where you’re from. So have no fear, and attend the best time in your life.
Welcomed Home Again Part 8
As night descended the lights came on, not only on most of the art but on the people as well. Though I didn’t see as much EL love as I thought I would. My Frisco buddy had dangly strings off of his vest so I looped a couple finger lights on him and he was set. As a rule of thumb, and not one used to legalize beating your wife, it is incredibly important to be able to be seen at night when out on the playa. The reasoning behind it is that if you don’t want to be run down by a tripping raver late in the morning it’s better to be lit up then dark and shaped like a target.
About this time I was wondering where my other buddy and his fam had gone to, so I found a quiet spot, no mean task I must say, and gave him a ring as I had been doing for awhile now. He let me know that he had split already and was over at the end of the golden gate bridge and was tripping on the lights of San Fran. We said our farewells and hung up and it was back to the event.
We ended up wandering over to the Cocomo lounge area and wandered up to the second floor. There was a guy in a little shack looking thing that was the bar, or at least that’s where a lot of bottles were, and we ordered a couple drinks and then headed out to the balcony that was fronting the place. We hung out a bit and had some tasty conversations, and as I was talking to a guy and my buddy was chatting with an Aussie girl that was sitting down. She split to the toilet and as I was talking to the other guy there about one of the best rock operas of our time, REPO the genetic opera that is, I felt a poking in my arm. I turned and my Frisco buddy was holding out a rolly. I thought it might have been a joint, but was unsure till I tasted, then quagged out a cloud of smoke. As the head rush started I realized that it was a quite tasty joint, and I puffed it down. Another dude sidled up and I offered and he accepted and the joint went round and round. After I passed it on we finished up our drinks and dove back into the mass of people.
We wandered up and down the avenues and saw and tasted and experienced it all till our feet were sore, then headed back to the car. Nine flights later, along with a great rendition of the ballad of some Mcgee guy that my buddy had memorized, we made it to the car and headed back to his pad. I didn’t stop in and just dropped him off because of my need to drive for hours and hours to get home. Big hugs later he went inside and I was on the road.
About this time I was wondering where my other buddy and his fam had gone to, so I found a quiet spot, no mean task I must say, and gave him a ring as I had been doing for awhile now. He let me know that he had split already and was over at the end of the golden gate bridge and was tripping on the lights of San Fran. We said our farewells and hung up and it was back to the event.
We ended up wandering over to the Cocomo lounge area and wandered up to the second floor. There was a guy in a little shack looking thing that was the bar, or at least that’s where a lot of bottles were, and we ordered a couple drinks and then headed out to the balcony that was fronting the place. We hung out a bit and had some tasty conversations, and as I was talking to a guy and my buddy was chatting with an Aussie girl that was sitting down. She split to the toilet and as I was talking to the other guy there about one of the best rock operas of our time, REPO the genetic opera that is, I felt a poking in my arm. I turned and my Frisco buddy was holding out a rolly. I thought it might have been a joint, but was unsure till I tasted, then quagged out a cloud of smoke. As the head rush started I realized that it was a quite tasty joint, and I puffed it down. Another dude sidled up and I offered and he accepted and the joint went round and round. After I passed it on we finished up our drinks and dove back into the mass of people.
We wandered up and down the avenues and saw and tasted and experienced it all till our feet were sore, then headed back to the car. Nine flights later, along with a great rendition of the ballad of some Mcgee guy that my buddy had memorized, we made it to the car and headed back to his pad. I didn’t stop in and just dropped him off because of my need to drive for hours and hours to get home. Big hugs later he went inside and I was on the road.
Welcomed Home Again Part 7
The music there was techno in origin, but earsplitting in decibel range. Most of the musical art cars and camps have better sound systems then I’ve seen in most of the clubs in the small towns where I reside. The robot heart in fact has such a powerful system on it that when close to it, depending on your sense of smell and/or the acid you’ve imbibed, can give off a smell of intense electronics cooking. They were there in the smaller version of the robot heart, but their music was as loud and intense as ever.
We, my Frisco buddy and I, were feeling a might peckish so we headed out to the streets of Frisco and wandered till we found an ATM and a joint to eat at. There was food in the event but as we were starving and needed sustenance we decided on a tasty burger joint. Now something about Frisco I have to say and this may be a thing that restaurants do to look more chic or expensive or something but out of the three restaurants we went to only the burger joint had their menu where we could see it from outside, and here’s the kicker. They were the only ones that had prices on the menus. Now from a cheap mans point of view, and I am a cheap man I must say at least in some things that is, that is the worst possible idea a restaurant can have primarily because if I don’t at least see the prices and know I cant afford it I wont go in anyways. But I think that that may be the whole idea anyways. So we scarfed a few burgers and headed back to the party.
We, my Frisco buddy and I, were feeling a might peckish so we headed out to the streets of Frisco and wandered till we found an ATM and a joint to eat at. There was food in the event but as we were starving and needed sustenance we decided on a tasty burger joint. Now something about Frisco I have to say and this may be a thing that restaurants do to look more chic or expensive or something but out of the three restaurants we went to only the burger joint had their menu where we could see it from outside, and here’s the kicker. They were the only ones that had prices on the menus. Now from a cheap mans point of view, and I am a cheap man I must say at least in some things that is, that is the worst possible idea a restaurant can have primarily because if I don’t at least see the prices and know I cant afford it I wont go in anyways. But I think that that may be the whole idea anyways. So we scarfed a few burgers and headed back to the party.
Welcomed Home Again Part 6
Now for those of you that have never gone to Burning Man, the best thing you can do is to find a regional event where you are and check that out first. That way you don’t have the dust and the lack of showers and the inability to use a cell phone and all the rest of what sometimes makes this society unbearable. You get the art cars, the art, the flames, the dancing, the techno music, and the bacon.
We walked a little ways into the event, pausing here and there, and saw the huge map of the city that was in the very center of center camp. It’s a huge map that’s staked down in the center of center camp which shows all the art installations, or at least the bulk of them, and it also shows the theme camps and the city proper. So of course I went over to the spot that mattered most to me, 7:30 and I, where I had been camped. They had magic markers and were encouraging everyone to place where they had camped so I placed my first mark there that I’m thinking of including as a “sign” for my website. It’s an amalgamation of the first letters of “from the ridge” in a bizarre and slightly brandingish angle. So I placed it there, saw that others had already placed animalia camp there and immediately looked around to see if anyone I knew was there. While looking around I saw the unmistakable Day-Glo colors of the lunapillar, which was the first art car that my buddy and I had ridden out in the desert. As a gift they, those that ride the moth and feed her and clothe her and make her happy, had given out lifetime passes to the moth when 2012 hit so that there would be those of us with a pass that would survive the vortex and find our way into the new universe. Since I had on my playa gear I reached into a pocket and whipped out the card. I asked if she remembered me and she said she did, then ran over to where they had set up a tent on the curb and brought out the towels I had passed out as my gifts. She cradled it lovingly and told me that wherever the luna goes, the towel comes with as well. Which made me smile like crazy. So I gave them all hugs and anointed them with my Man Mojo Mix, let them know that in a few years I’d be back to the man, and we walked on our way. They had a partial segment of the soma art exhibit from the playa, which I’m sad to say I didn’t see when I was out there. Which seemed to be the case with a lot of the art. Most of it I had seen when I was out there, but the rest of it was new. They had a bus that was decked out to look like a reel to reel player with rotating reels on it that glowed because of large sections of electro luminescent wire, which is the coolest stuff around. I’ve been thinking that I need to get a “vest” of sorts for my vest so I can thread it through the sections of my vest I have and glow glow glow in the dark. They had about five or six stages set up where there was constant music and dancing and fun occurring at every turn. The hookah dome was there, along with bacon and Beethoven, the liquid latex lounge, the midnight popcorn palace, BRC post office, and so much more that I must insist that you all go to the burning man site and check it out, if you haven’t already.
We walked a little ways into the event, pausing here and there, and saw the huge map of the city that was in the very center of center camp. It’s a huge map that’s staked down in the center of center camp which shows all the art installations, or at least the bulk of them, and it also shows the theme camps and the city proper. So of course I went over to the spot that mattered most to me, 7:30 and I, where I had been camped. They had magic markers and were encouraging everyone to place where they had camped so I placed my first mark there that I’m thinking of including as a “sign” for my website. It’s an amalgamation of the first letters of “from the ridge” in a bizarre and slightly brandingish angle. So I placed it there, saw that others had already placed animalia camp there and immediately looked around to see if anyone I knew was there. While looking around I saw the unmistakable Day-Glo colors of the lunapillar, which was the first art car that my buddy and I had ridden out in the desert. As a gift they, those that ride the moth and feed her and clothe her and make her happy, had given out lifetime passes to the moth when 2012 hit so that there would be those of us with a pass that would survive the vortex and find our way into the new universe. Since I had on my playa gear I reached into a pocket and whipped out the card. I asked if she remembered me and she said she did, then ran over to where they had set up a tent on the curb and brought out the towels I had passed out as my gifts. She cradled it lovingly and told me that wherever the luna goes, the towel comes with as well. Which made me smile like crazy. So I gave them all hugs and anointed them with my Man Mojo Mix, let them know that in a few years I’d be back to the man, and we walked on our way. They had a partial segment of the soma art exhibit from the playa, which I’m sad to say I didn’t see when I was out there. Which seemed to be the case with a lot of the art. Most of it I had seen when I was out there, but the rest of it was new. They had a bus that was decked out to look like a reel to reel player with rotating reels on it that glowed because of large sections of electro luminescent wire, which is the coolest stuff around. I’ve been thinking that I need to get a “vest” of sorts for my vest so I can thread it through the sections of my vest I have and glow glow glow in the dark. They had about five or six stages set up where there was constant music and dancing and fun occurring at every turn. The hookah dome was there, along with bacon and Beethoven, the liquid latex lounge, the midnight popcorn palace, BRC post office, and so much more that I must insist that you all go to the burning man site and check it out, if you haven’t already.
Welcomed Home Again Part 5
The next aftermorn I awoke and they had already been awake and surfing the web on their own separate laptops at the ends of their couch. I hosed off in the bathroom and got ready in the gear I hadn’t donned since the desert and started to smile and couldn’t really stop. I was going back home by visiting just a slice of my desert world on the streets of Frisco, and I was excited. After I got out of the shower and was getting all my gear ready and set up my buddy started to try to come up with different outfits so he could pay the ten dollars and not the twenty, because if you came in playa gear you were half off. He ended up in a renaissance jacket without the sleeves, so a ren vest I guess, with a long sleeved shirt underneath with thorns on the sleeves. Was a cool outfit and I thought it would work for the crowd we were going to dive into. After a bit of noise about his cell phone being charged, or more to the point not being charged, we went to the slice of heaven, and my people from the desert home I longed for.
After turning on my cell phone, I found about five messages on it. One was from my wifeykins missing me and wanting to chat, and four from my buddy driving with his fam. Most of them were his son yelling wake up we’re about three hours away, then two hours, then were was I, then wake up man, and on and on. I called him back before we left and he was certain he was close, but that became one of the mini sagas of this saga. Now I love my buddy, he’s a bro and all, but the guy gets into a big city and he’s lost like no other person I know. I must have spent a total of an hour and a half on my phone, guiding and giving directions and cajoling and harping and finally getting him to the event. It was not unlike pulling teeth, to use a bit of dentistry lingo, and by the time he had gotten there I think he was ready for whatever came his way. He was also incredibly involved with trying to get some frop, to the point that my other friend would walk away so he didn’t have to hear him talk about it. I had one brownie left from the ones I brought to the man and I had already eaten half of it, so I gave the other to my buddy and had him take a ginormous toke of the fropolicious. After that he disappeared and the rest of the time was trying to contact, or find, or keep track of him. As I was used to it, I had to let my other friend get in the know about him and how he usually splits and finds me later. So with a few set backs and delays we were set loose within the small slice of the world I had experienced out in the desert.
After turning on my cell phone, I found about five messages on it. One was from my wifeykins missing me and wanting to chat, and four from my buddy driving with his fam. Most of them were his son yelling wake up we’re about three hours away, then two hours, then were was I, then wake up man, and on and on. I called him back before we left and he was certain he was close, but that became one of the mini sagas of this saga. Now I love my buddy, he’s a bro and all, but the guy gets into a big city and he’s lost like no other person I know. I must have spent a total of an hour and a half on my phone, guiding and giving directions and cajoling and harping and finally getting him to the event. It was not unlike pulling teeth, to use a bit of dentistry lingo, and by the time he had gotten there I think he was ready for whatever came his way. He was also incredibly involved with trying to get some frop, to the point that my other friend would walk away so he didn’t have to hear him talk about it. I had one brownie left from the ones I brought to the man and I had already eaten half of it, so I gave the other to my buddy and had him take a ginormous toke of the fropolicious. After that he disappeared and the rest of the time was trying to contact, or find, or keep track of him. As I was used to it, I had to let my other friend get in the know about him and how he usually splits and finds me later. So with a few set backs and delays we were set loose within the small slice of the world I had experienced out in the desert.
Welcomed Home Again Part 4
Now for any of you that happen to have ever drank, for some lost souls out there are sorely lacking in their ability to booze it up, there came a point in my evening that I’m sure you have encountered before. That blessed moment when you have to stop and seriously consider the possibility that if you puke now, the spins may stop slightly sooner then if you didn’t. Well I tell ya, I sat, then stood, then staggered, then smoked a smoke, then staggered a bit more, then sat and watched, or more to the point let it wash over me like a sickly wave of dirty water, the show we had started, then staggered a bit more, then the choice was taken from me by the sheer fact that I waited it out long enough and the spins slowed and eventually stopped. Then I was just really drunk again for a few hours.
My buddy ended up going to bed so I figured it was time for me as well, so off to bed I went as well. They have an extra room now, so I was able to crash out in there and that is where they have their love sacks. Now for those of you not in the “know” love sacks are the next generation bean bag, but without the annoying little white balls of Styrofoam that get everywhere possible in your house after the slightest small tear in the pleather or whatever it happens to be made out of. The love sack uses the memory foam stuff, but you have foam ripping parties and then stuff that into bags of much better construction then I had ever seen. To sleep on these things is like submerging yourself into a cloud, if the cloud looked like it could support you and did without dumping your dumb ass onto the ground for thinking it could support you. I’ve been trying for years to get my wife to agree to buy some so we could be couchless, but alas she is not convinced.
My buddy ended up going to bed so I figured it was time for me as well, so off to bed I went as well. They have an extra room now, so I was able to crash out in there and that is where they have their love sacks. Now for those of you not in the “know” love sacks are the next generation bean bag, but without the annoying little white balls of Styrofoam that get everywhere possible in your house after the slightest small tear in the pleather or whatever it happens to be made out of. The love sack uses the memory foam stuff, but you have foam ripping parties and then stuff that into bags of much better construction then I had ever seen. To sleep on these things is like submerging yourself into a cloud, if the cloud looked like it could support you and did without dumping your dumb ass onto the ground for thinking it could support you. I’ve been trying for years to get my wife to agree to buy some so we could be couchless, but alas she is not convinced.
Welcomed Home Again Part 3
It was a nice drive out to Frisco. I went along the coast, north to the city, but before I got there I was instructed, by my buddy, to move more to the east as he was residing in the city of Hayward now. So I went around and found the general area, after many u-turns and backtracking, only to find out he was at a wine and cheese festival across the bridge in another city. So I went across the bridge, the San Mateo I think, to the other side and found him after much cell phone tag. Now the drive across the bridge was staggering and beautiful all at the same time. As you head out you realize that not only is the bay to your right, full of the sea and resplendent in the sun, and then you turn to the left, and the same thing confronts you. The beauty of the sea. But the bridge is disarming as it looks like a little high tide would make crossing that thing an alarming and dangerous endeavor. Now as you are unable to stop on the bridge to look out across the bay, and more to the point to look down slightly to see the distance between the tide and the bridges proximity, it is an unnerving drive to make. But its freakiness in no way makes the drive any less beautiful.
So across the bridge I went and into the street faire/festival/excuse to drink in the streets. I found my buddy and his man and we hung out a bit and I got some island noodles. I had arrived when the faire was thinking of closing so we meandered around the street we were on till they found a wine bar they wanted to visit. We sat for a bit, they had wine, I had water, and we all shared some olives with garlic and I think vinegar on them. They were good and strong, as most olives should be I think, and then we headed back to their home. My buddy’s man was in the mood to smoke some frop so he rode with me and my buddy rode in his own car. As soon as we got into the car my buddy’s man whipped out a tincture from apple cider vinegar and frop and he gave me, as he put it, my recommended dose. I didn’t feel it at first but then as we drove along and hit the bridge it came on with quite a vengeance and the smoking slightly stalled. Then we got to their house and the bong came out and my head neared the floor. They had some whaler’s rum and cokes and I must say, to say that whalers is “tasty” is like saying that home made ice cream is a little “creamy”. They are both correct statements, but they are also both a bit tame. So we sat, and drank, and smoked, and my buddy’s man ended up going to bed. We stayed up for a bit longer and watched some crazy shows he had on DVD and I tried to stop the spins.
So across the bridge I went and into the street faire/festival/excuse to drink in the streets. I found my buddy and his man and we hung out a bit and I got some island noodles. I had arrived when the faire was thinking of closing so we meandered around the street we were on till they found a wine bar they wanted to visit. We sat for a bit, they had wine, I had water, and we all shared some olives with garlic and I think vinegar on them. They were good and strong, as most olives should be I think, and then we headed back to their home. My buddy’s man was in the mood to smoke some frop so he rode with me and my buddy rode in his own car. As soon as we got into the car my buddy’s man whipped out a tincture from apple cider vinegar and frop and he gave me, as he put it, my recommended dose. I didn’t feel it at first but then as we drove along and hit the bridge it came on with quite a vengeance and the smoking slightly stalled. Then we got to their house and the bong came out and my head neared the floor. They had some whaler’s rum and cokes and I must say, to say that whalers is “tasty” is like saying that home made ice cream is a little “creamy”. They are both correct statements, but they are also both a bit tame. So we sat, and drank, and smoked, and my buddy’s man ended up going to bed. We stayed up for a bit longer and watched some crazy shows he had on DVD and I tried to stop the spins.
Welcomed Home Again Part 2
My other buddy was driving from out east of Fresno and was bringing his entire family. I had been filling his head full of stories of dust and desolation and art and bacon in the desert so he was jazzed and ready to go. So they were driving out on Sunday, but I was going to get to Frisco on Saturday sometime in the evening. Whether it was early or late was really up in the air.
All this was arranged and done before my day of travel so I was ready and packed by Saturday in the late afternoon and was on the road. I had to stop off at the neighborhood wally world as I needed new sleeping bags for the expedition. After the man most everything with any zippers was pretty thrashed and fairly useless, and as the sleeping bags we had had survived a few kids and a few years, I was alright with their retirement, into the trash (no gold watch for sleepy time bagulons) they went. I also needed a new phone card for the suck phone plus a hands free headset. A quick thought on hands free needs and laws. I agree completely with them and what they are trying to do, yet there are still no hands free make up application, or hands free newspaper reading laws as well and I think that perchance a law that makes you pay attention to the road if a bit bassackwards. Possibly a more restrictive law base would help restrain the populace from applying, reading, and/or any other odd home based activity to home, and not to the car as they’re traveling down the freeway. Others are driving folks, pay a little more attention.
All this was arranged and done before my day of travel so I was ready and packed by Saturday in the late afternoon and was on the road. I had to stop off at the neighborhood wally world as I needed new sleeping bags for the expedition. After the man most everything with any zippers was pretty thrashed and fairly useless, and as the sleeping bags we had had survived a few kids and a few years, I was alright with their retirement, into the trash (no gold watch for sleepy time bagulons) they went. I also needed a new phone card for the suck phone plus a hands free headset. A quick thought on hands free needs and laws. I agree completely with them and what they are trying to do, yet there are still no hands free make up application, or hands free newspaper reading laws as well and I think that perchance a law that makes you pay attention to the road if a bit bassackwards. Possibly a more restrictive law base would help restrain the populace from applying, reading, and/or any other odd home based activity to home, and not to the car as they’re traveling down the freeway. Others are driving folks, pay a little more attention.
Welcomed Home Again Part 1
With great exhaustion and fatigueyness I write for you all, for the intrepid tye-dyed informer shall always report on the weird, the whacky, and the righteous. It was once again the weekend of the San Francisco decompression and it was intensive and exuberant. But the prep for this one was not unlike trying to make it to the man. Sort of.
I had tried like hell for at least a month if not more to try to get my 75 year old father to go to the man. Yet the fact of no showers, as I wasn’t going to bring one this year, was too much for him. Not the nakedness, which has stumped a few of the folks I know I can tell you, not the dust, which was intense and horizontal at times, not even the drug use and content per capita within the created and removed city in the sands that rises like Lazarus, or a mans phallus in the morning. It was all about whether he could hose off or not. So the fact that less then three hundred miles away was a little warm and semi-itchy slice of the burning man vibe was getting that ever present gleam back in his eye. But his back was hurt and then, when it felt better, he decided to mow the front lawn, the back lawn, and wash all the windows in his house. So then that took care of the good feelings and the bad ones came back home and decided to play a flamenco kind of pain tune on his back. So he was out, to the ridicule of his son of course, and I was again flying semi-solo. I had called my friend, who had moved with his man from the depths of Hollyweird to the rolling hills of Frisco, and had asked if I could crash on his floor for the night. After telling him about the festivities that were going to be there, he was slightly interested, but distracted. So I wasn’t sure if he was going to go with me or not.
I had tried like hell for at least a month if not more to try to get my 75 year old father to go to the man. Yet the fact of no showers, as I wasn’t going to bring one this year, was too much for him. Not the nakedness, which has stumped a few of the folks I know I can tell you, not the dust, which was intense and horizontal at times, not even the drug use and content per capita within the created and removed city in the sands that rises like Lazarus, or a mans phallus in the morning. It was all about whether he could hose off or not. So the fact that less then three hundred miles away was a little warm and semi-itchy slice of the burning man vibe was getting that ever present gleam back in his eye. But his back was hurt and then, when it felt better, he decided to mow the front lawn, the back lawn, and wash all the windows in his house. So then that took care of the good feelings and the bad ones came back home and decided to play a flamenco kind of pain tune on his back. So he was out, to the ridicule of his son of course, and I was again flying semi-solo. I had called my friend, who had moved with his man from the depths of Hollyweird to the rolling hills of Frisco, and had asked if I could crash on his floor for the night. After telling him about the festivities that were going to be there, he was slightly interested, but distracted. So I wasn’t sure if he was going to go with me or not.
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