weekend was insane. friday was very melancholy and involved drinking some rum with marie and jamie late late at night. saturday, drove out to edgewood. what an absolutely beautiful timewarp that place is. no signs of technology, totally untouched, in the absolute middle of nowhere. i will probably wind up moving there someday, or a place that is very similar, because i'm realizing weirdos such as myself eventually must vanish into such places. the benefit show was fabulous. lots of interesting characters including the infamous "drunk mike", oh what a nickname. " 'drunk mike' thats what they call me..." and then there's his extremely inappropriate song and dance around the fire in front of the local pre-teen girls ("i don't need no one all i need to do is jack off, let's jack off..."). him and his friends trying to recite poems about last cigarettes and score with these underage pre-teen girls. for the first part of the evening, we piled into the car in the parking lot and drank some rum and cokes and beers. car parties are good ventures. i wound up getting very intoxicated, a few hours later, we just kept venturing in and out of the hall and into the car and then to the playground across the street where we laughed and then swung on swings and laughed some more and then drank some more. lots of compliments on my pillboxd hat, some free beer care of the lady who was running the benefit, twenty year old girls calling me beautiful and urging me to dance with them. and i did dance, oh i danced. outside this guy who was kind of a jackass whipped out a musical saw, we took our turns with it, i had it for about ten minutes and got to the verge of almost being able to get it to do something not terrible sounding. lot of nonsensical conversations. an older gentleman asking me and jamie if we knew any single women between the ages of 35 and 39, asking us to send them his way and so on. after the show, going back to the cafe where we were spending the night, more free alcohol, more conversations with strange and unusual people, mostly people in their thirties and fourties, as usual. sang along to waiting for the man with one lady. played lots of tambourine. people came and went, and when things got too weird for me, i passed out. and good thing i did when i did because a lot of shit went down with the lead singer of the band and the locals and yada yada yada, he is not welcome back to edgewood ever again. rolled out of bed the next day, coffe, food, recouperation, beach... well sitting in the shade for me, going to robyn's sister-in-law's house and having dinner with them. so great. i completely fell in love with robyn's siter-in-law. she is living the life that i can see myself living in the future and is just one of those really warm and sincere people that just glows all shades of wonderful inside and out. had some good conversations with her. her husband/partner(not sure if they are married) was a very neat fellow as well. left edgewood around eight o'clock. slept most of the drive back. and that was the weekend. now i'm back at practicing and playing music in the basement again. my room is now being painted and i've been moved into the other room. i almost like it better in here right now.