the world has turned and left me here

sunburn is funburn

Yesterday Grandpa & I hiked up Turtleback mountain together. It was a nice time, the weather cooperated, and it took us 6 hrs round trip. We were going at Grandpa's pace of course. Hey, if you can climb a mountain like that at all when you're 78 maybe you've got room to talk.

But I got burninated bad. So bad that later that night my lobster nose started to weep some sort of fluid, it gathered on the end every thirty seconds. Sure you wanted to hear this.

In the evening, after a few hands of bridge with the old folks, drove myself down to Las Cruces for St. Patty's day with Nick et. al. There certainly are some weird cats over at Kent's...Evan was eating soggy Ramen noodles with a cake knife...some crazed Creole pizza guy just walked in wanting to use the phone.

Nick & I & a few of his buds went over to this house party where they had green keg beer. There was something unusual about that house party...and it wasn't the green beer. I dunno, maybe it was the crowd, there were about 4 mohawks there, pretty favorable ratios, and no fratmosphere. Definitely not the kind of house party you'll find in Lincoln Neb. except maybe at 12th & D. But those guys are moving out I hear. Anyhow I digress.

Nick threw yogurt at me later that night, I'm not sure I even remember why, and then I somehow pissed Meghan off too & got yogurt smeared on my face. Again I fell asleep at Nick's. Awoke to drive back to T or C listening to Death Cab for Cutie, which is great music for the aftermath of just about anything.