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Scott's Xmas party '06

I probably should have done this days ago, but whatever.

Last Saturday night was Scott’s Christmas party. Notice I didn’t say “Holiday party”. What the fuck is up with that bullshit? So someone’s offended because I said Christmas instead of Holiday? It’s not like Christmas is a religious holiday any more. It’s more like an American tradition. And if you live here then (probably) you’re an American. So shut the fuck up with the “Holiday party” PC bullshit. kthxbye

Sorry about that. I just had to let it out. It’s not good to keep those sorts of things bottled up inside.

Scott! Thanks for putting on an awesome Christmas party! I had a blast, dude, and I know that everyone there did as well. Dave & Kev, we really missed you guys, but we understand.

Thanks for my CD, Jimmy! I’ve got just about all the songs memorized now.

So I spent the night in the kitchen (my favorite place in any house) drinking beers and talking to Scott’s sister Karen. She’s a cold blooded Bambi killer, a *successful* hunter at that. She’s bagged two bucks in the last three years. Karen’s cool.

Clover made outstanding Italian hors d’oeuvres. I forget their names, but dammit I ate ’em. Atta kid, Clover!

Some people got drunk and fell down. Jimmy drank too much and had to go home early. Scott was flailing his arms around in the garage. I stayed up half the night and slept on Scott’s couch for a few hours.

Oh yes. A good time was had by all.

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

Rain, rain, DON'T go away

I love the rain.

I love the sound of rain hitting the roof above me while I’m warm and dry inside.

I love the way the rain cleanses the earth and the air; and my dirty truck that I haven’t washed in years.

I love the way everything smells after it rains.

I love lying in bed and listening to the rain outside my window.

I love sitting by an open window when it rains and writing; or reading.

The rain makes me feel happy. I feel at peace. I feel content.

When I check the weather report and it calls for rain my spirits lift.

I like sitting in the spa or swimming in a heated pool in the rain.

I love it even more when it rains at night. But raining during the day is just fine as well.

I like to eat a bowl of soup or a nice beefy stew when it rains.

I like to drink hot cocoa and rum when it rains.

I used to read books aloud to my girlfriends when it rained.

I’ve often thought how nice it would be to find someone who enjoys the rainy weather as much as I do and share moments like these with her.

If it rained every day I don’t think I would care. Conversely, if it was warm and sunny every day I think I’d go insane.

I’ve been waiting ALL year for the rainy season to start. It started late, this year, and I’m glad it’s finally here.

If my room is freezing cold I’ll still open a window to listen to the rain.

I love walking in the forest while it’s raining. I’m almost guaranteed to have it all to myself.

I love lying in my tent at night when camping and listening to the rain pitter pat all around me.

If I ever get married, I hope it rains on that day.

I just now took a 15 minute break to stand outside in the rain in my waterproof hooded parka.

My neighbor just came over to ask me what I was doing standing in the middle of the street in the rain at 4 o’clock in the morning. I didn’t want him to think I was crazy so I said, “Washing my jacket.”

When I lived in Chico I used to walk to school in the rain and I loved every step of the way.

When it rains it can’t rain forever. So when it stops I am sad.

My mother loved the rain, too.

Six Years

Exactly six years ago today I left SoCal and moved back to Hayward. I remember making a right turn onto Ocean Blvd. in my U-haul when a guy passed my up, flipped me the bird, and then cut me off. “How fitting of my last day in SoCal,” I remember thinking.

I hate Hayward. Hayward sucks. I’m sick of Hayward. I want out of here.

I don’t miss living in SoCal, but I do miss my friends terribly. Long Beach wasn’t so bad, actually. It was the whole driving on the freeways and commute thing that seriously ruined SoCal for me. If I could live and work in, say, Belmont Shore I’d move back in a heartbeat.

I miss Chico. I could be happy there again. Yeah, the heat sucked. But that’s why everyone has AC. I miss being 30 minutes from pine trees and solitude. I miss hiking and mountain biking and playing golf and swimming and fly fishing in Bidwell Park. I miss the rainy season up there.

So yeah.