wide awake.

what a perfect patch of P.F.D's.
los dias de los muertos, ya'll.
full moon fetes, ghosty roasty-toastiness, and Folk Life flavor.
that's on that sparkle magical mystical mystery tour sh!t.
i'll say it:
the secret universal plan did me a solid.
the weather, the air, the season, the spirits and memories.
the whole thing has been completely elite.
word up.
i had to make a special trip to the dump, ya'll.
i mean it.
it looked like a berserker beer party blew up all over the garage.
i just kept finding secret stashes of spent sarsaparillas all over the house.
and i've been devouring that delicious wedding cake like a hungry hungry hippo, too.

what did we do with our second full day of lawful weddedness?
we headed south.
to portland, maine.
for me, it was the third trip in well under a week.
hell, i was there yesterday.
this time, though, it was a gastronomic glutitious shark-glutton festival.
we went to the green elephant.
when i say we, i mean casey, elsah, jenny, and the mrs.
that's a whole lot of estrogen in one car.
and a lot of initiative as well.
we plowed through pile after pile of pure vegetarian hottness.
and when the last scraps of dessert dippin' doo-doo were done,
we left.

i wish there was more going on.
it's all really happening,
but after the whirlwind weekend,
the spanning of time is spaced pretty far apart.
and it's been dark for half the day,
so i'm ready for a sleepytime sabbatical;
never quiet, never soft.....