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Past 3 AM Sunday night/Monday morning, and I can't sleep. And I need sleep. But at least I'm finally a little closer to caught up. Sorry if I haven't returned messages, I've barely been on the internets at all the last couple weeks.



I went out two Thursdays ago to see Sunshine Jones, one of my old school favorite DJ/electronic artists. It was a live PA at the bar of a downtown hotel. Only publicized through his facebook page, as far as I know-- so it wasn't crowded, which was sweet. Killer show. I guess the free shuttle doesn't run past two on weeknights-- I had to stumble my crushed ass forever to catch the bus home. Good times.



My friend came down from the mountains Saturday night because he had to meet some people early Sunday to buy livestock, and it's a four-hour drive from their place. We went to the Bull and Bush tavern and got some kick ass burgers and pints of their killer strong ale, then picked up more beers on the way home, got hammered and played a bunch of rounds in our perpetual dominoes game. After meeting the people Saturday, he decided to purchase additional livestock that they had to bring from somewhere else. His GF is three months pregnant with their second kid, so naturally she chewed his ass when he told her he had to stay in town another night. We spent most of the day running around picking up shit to pacify her. Namely, cupcakes. And chocolates that we had to go three places to find. And. . . like a fuckin' gallon of salsa, seriously. Apparently she couldn't remember the name of the kind she wanted, so he had to buy one of everything he could find.

And this site is sadly lacking any sort of laughing emoticon.



We got some kick-ass Indian for dinner. Mostly saag paneer, curried lentils and Tandoori lamb from the buffett, plus a couple pieces of garlic naan. Yeah. More dominoes and many more good beers followed. Needless to say, I did not do my laundry or any of the other chores I usually do on Sunday.



Late that night I get a call from my best friend Dave. His wife works for the school system and has summer's off, and she's in Mexico for two weeks with her GF, so he's coming home for a few days to see his family. Word. One friend leaves, another shows up a couple hours later. I barely had time to stop by the bank and water my garden. Which has needed a ton of water, because it's been hot as fuckin' blazes lately. Mid-nineties every single melting day. Ugh.

Carrots.



Sugar baby watermelon.



Only damn melon on the whole scraggly thing.

My dinky little patch of fingerling potatoes is kickin' ass, though.







Quinalt strawberries.




Butternut squash.










Had dinner and a couple beers with Dave, then we met his brother and some friends downtown for more drinks. I was beat, slept late as hell Tuesday-- didn't get shit done. Spent all day running around like crazy Wednesday to make up for it, then Dave calls and asks if he can sleep on my couch to get away from some family drama. More beers, needless to say. And good Mexican for lunch the next day.

I'm trying to wade through a lake of dirty laundry when my friend Melissa texts me and lets me know she's coming in from LA for the weekend for an ultimate frisbee tournament, which she does several times a year. Cool.

Went out with some friends Friday. Good night.



Melissa's friends dropped her off Sunday afternoon. We had a huge meal at an Eithiopian place we both love, then got drunk and played cards, and laughed about dumb shit from the past. Her friends finally picked her up to go back sometime Tuesday afternoon. Naturally, we met them at a bar. I then went home and fell asleep on the couch for a while before proceeding to actually get some work accomplished. I remember waking up Wednesday morning with a headache, and laughing because my little apartment looked like a damn tornado hit it. Dishes, glasses and beer bottles everywhere. And not a damn thing in the fridge besides a couple of lonely leftover beers. I had to walk to the coffee shop around the corner to get something to for breakfast. I'm pretty sure the chick at the counter was laughing at me. I'd been sleeping about five hours a night and drinking a lot, and probably looked like it.

I didn't do a damn thing this weekend besides sleep and clean my apartment. Which was fine, because I'm broke, and I was exhausted. My friend from the mountains came down again briefly on Sunday-- he had to drop off a buffalo for somebody. He brought me some yak meat from his ranch.




Barbequed yakburger with maple-smoked bacon, havarti, horseradish and dijon. Hell yea. I think I'm gonna make some yak chili, and probably some yak tacos-- my buddy's GF calls 'em "yakos."

Seriously need the laughing emoticon again.