wakeangel

Ok, I'm not crabby now. Although, I am slightly iritated for reason's that are too humiliating to go into. Let's just say my ego took a pounding over the last couple of weeks. I hate it when that happens. Well we wouldn't want to get to proud of ourselves now would we. So the weather is gloriously hot... my kinda hot... "hot and wet, it's nice when you with a lady, but it sucks when you in the jungle... Hot enough to cook shit in your shorts, you could do a little crocth-pot cookin'!" Today I hung out at germany's house and duscussed plans for Burning Man. A bunch of us helped clean her '68 school bus which was hilarious 'cause we were listening to full on disco when doing (sadly, "at the carwash" didn't come on, which would have made it perfect). There were five of us on the roof and, of course, one of the girls called "CARWASHER'S BREAK!" so we all started disco dancing. Cheesey, but hilarious. Good times. I'm getting super-wicked-stoked about Burning Man. This year will be even more different than the last two. Different circumstances, mindset, timing, really everything. Not that my heart is totally mended but things have gotten considerably better. Tonight, I'm off to Sinferno, though, quite frankly, I should probably just go to bed. Tomorrow morning I'm taking the pooch out to Rooster Rock on the Columbia where there's supposed to be a pretty groovy beach that people don't really know about. Anyhow it's Monday so it's not like many people will be there. I hope not anyway, Nova tends to not use much discression when dropping her frisbee into peoples laps. Meaning, she likes to make sure everyone has turn throwing it for her. And I mean everyone. So sometimes people are less than thrilled when wet, hundred pound German Shepard drops a frisbee on them. It's kind of embarassing but funny ass well. Had a great time at Chopsticks with all the SG people and others who aren't members. It was a wonderful time for bankerboy whose birthday we were celebrating. Afterward, several of us went down to Devil's Point where I managed to spend way too much money in too short of a time. And Bankerboy, the lucky bastard, got a "private dance'' from stormy and some other hotness, AT THE SAME TIME. You know, I didn't get a private dance on my birthday... I'm just sayin'. Although there was an attempt to have Thye Fyre spank my ass with torches but, sadly, she wasn't there. Anyway I'm off to shower and make myself presentable. I would like to say I sure wish Bankerboy hadn't gotten a job, I miss haveing him at Dante's on Sunday.