Weekend Redux
It was a real good one.
YMSB live in Boise with E.
++ hippie dancing
- that one old guy with long hair who kept whipping it around - into my face
+ the fact that he had, in fact, washed his hair recently
+ 3 Fat Tires (on E's tab, saweet)
+ making it all the way up to the third row front an' center
+ did I mention dancing?
+ Pie Hole on the way home
- they didn't play Sidewalk Stars or their fun cover of Ooh La La
Lawn Chair Party at the Mystic Vine
-- the fact that it was MV's last night; it's going out of business
+ talking fair trade coffee with that public interest lawyer guy
+ talking gardening with Sherry, L's girlfriend
+ a nice $5 glass of cab
PADDLING THE MALHEUR RIVER with L and E
+++ not tipping!!
- a 3-hour float becoming a 6-hour odyssey
+ borrowed boat, borrowed wetsuit, borrowed drybag
- L's abominable music taste on the ride out
+ E's somewhat better music taste on the ride back
++ goslings!
+ swimmin' mule deer
-- not having my camera out due to the water splashing
+ L: ok E, would you rather eat 50 Big Macs in one sitting or 10 sticks of butter? E: uh, the butter. L: what if it was 10 sticks of butter or 10 cups of mayonnaise?? E: uhh...
+ (getting kayaks back to the truck) S: dude, Moses, you chose the worst path through the brush. E: uh, Sacajawea, yours isn't lookin any better.
++ phone calls from various friends who live far away
+++ being pleasantly exhausted and kinda sunburnt and windblown and happy at the end of a good weekend.