six hundred.

six hundred posts.
about axes and warriors and secret universal plans.
six hundred!
you'd think i'd get tired of documenting this Folk Life hottness.
but,
it keeps happening,
so i keep writing.
y'know what else i did today?
picked up my best man,
the cucch,
in portland, maine.
nice.
after that early morning jaunt,
we shopped for treats and eats and wedding feast bits and pieces.
and lots of fake meat.
i mean it.
a lot of fake meat.
i just can't pass up a mouthful of vegetarian sausage.
(that is SO what she said)
and,
i found out that i may have some juice in my small woodsly world.
two cases of organic fancy-pant sodas were donated to the party-times
by flatbread, the hippie pizza place up here,
and jonathan, the pint-of-stout shouting owner of the cigar emporium,
hit me off a super-sized congratulatory stink stump, too.
he also responded to the news with a crisp:
'not for nothin', but jesus christ it's about F*n' time'.
too right.
it is exactly about that time.
and there's never ever even been a better time.
hell, it's party time.
jenny's up from pa.
jess is painting and decorating and hanging out.
the bride gets to do what she wants, after all.
the groom is just there to make the occcasion official.
otherwise, she's just a hot chick in a dress, yeah?
luckily,
i've got my number one ace in the hole here to help a ninja out;
the cucch and i are on this mutha-ucka.
that's what i like, ya'll.
those viking virtues, full-circle and full-force.
gratitude and generosity.
everybody has something to contribute.

we've got a menu plan for this 48 hour festival of flavor.
there's a sh!t-ton of duders headed north for all of this,
and if nothing else,
they will be stuffed to the tits with vegan delicousness.
weird people and vegetables, ya'll,
this is the life i've let you kids in on six hundred times;
never quiet, never soft.....