Saturday's disaster & party

This week has involved some writing, but generally, new levels of laziness have been met and conquered. So, Friday, I commenced to drive to the Beachcomber - with no evasion or reservations of any sort and succeeded on the first half of the trip. I think I went somewhere else, but I must've been unconscious - oh, I recall, to see a woman on Second St. who had some LPs - got a private pressing autographed Korla Pandit that I even know existed! Good deal, sez me.

Then to the Beachcomber, where I picked up some tix & parking pass to tomorrow's disaster at the airport. Then to the strawberry stand, where I picked up my berry-ola for such a good article, then to Wagman's where I picked up hard copies of my ratings and spoke with him for ahwile, then homeward bound, no actually, I had no cuffs.

In p.m., Bill Soon stopped by, drank wine, big surprise, then I took a nap. Woke today...no, that's wrong.

On Sat., I left early for the disaster, did my thing, saw SWAT, National Guard, Fire and others run around and save people acting like they were in trouble, and more or less spent an morning doing something totally unusual and getting a bunch o'photos in the process.

In p.m., wrote the disaster article, then went to Petke's party, which was somewhat dull at about 4:30, but by 8:30 or so, was rocking - tho it was mainly guys, and many of these guys were with guys! But lots of instruments, fire pit, beer, music, food and pretty interesting folks - his friend Ryan who's pretty sharp & put together an intersting website on LB day to day photos, which I contributed to, Dan Jergler from the PT, Randy Salton from Charter, some others and a few girls showed, getting way too exciting, so I split at about 8 p.m. as Sylvia and Shea stayed home.

Today, heard from the Haley's, just back from Portugal, Spain, Germany & France - had to rest better part of a week just to get used to being back.

Happy Birthday Torben! You're now 6!!! and had a pretty cool party.