comin' down the mountain.

a pig-pile of sylvan spirits.
for the record,
you should buy some of these.
and also for the record,
packing up your stuff still eats up on a hard-hearted hot one....

i'm driving today.
all F*n' day.
and that's just great.
i'm driving for a good chunk of the night, too,
from one end of waterbabyland to the other,
which is also happening,
and also F*n',
but just not as great.
i do get to see a whole plethora of my peoples;
a regular lynch-mob posse,
waiting with bated breath and open arms,
(and clenched fistfuls of rope) at the state line.
i'll be summoning a slice or ten of pepe's pizza,
and luring the ladies in my life to smoochville,
with tomato-scented baited breath.
i'm excited.
my delightful daughter-persons are BOTH getting trophies tonight,
from their school,
for rockin' it in some contest
and making some hottness happen in the art department.
word.
 harvest is even in the big-deal town art show on friday.
c'mon.
nature, nurture, whatever;
hot fire is coursing through their little valkyrie veins.
something about fruit, trees, and falling.....
or was that newton?
or figs?
fruit and cake, my ninjas,
either way,
good times will be had.

the car is stocked with snacks, maps, and soundtracks.
it's also got ass and gas, (we'll skip the grass, thanks);
it's a road trip.
a stay young and do something trip.
a long nights, hard times, good times, short days trip.
it's like we're going on a vacation,
whirlwind tour,
and family reunion all at once.
AND we'll even be seeing the cucch!
he's in weak-sauce wallingford, ct,
and i'll be in hard-style hamden.
we'll meet up in the middle.
at the fire.
keeping our streak of intense duderiffic hangin' out
fully-intact, unbroken, and in full-effect.
nice.
this kind of packing is way more manageable, ya'll.
four days worth of clothes and toothpaste?
i've got it covered.
i even got extra socks.

oh, and since the big action is underway all day,
i'll ask all ya'll a quick question:
what do christopher guest,
harry shearer,
michael mckean,
and albie rock
all have in common?
amongst many many other things,
we'll all be together in philly thursday night,
going all the way to eleven!!!!!
socks will be rocked, ya'll.
read that back again.
because i'm serious,
and it's all really happening.
that is exactly correct, my mutha-lickin' flipper-uckers,
with great big thanks to our especially special ladyfriend ms. j.w.,
SPINAL TAP is happening,
all up in my face;
now you know what the extra socks are for....
never quiet, never soft....