it's late.
the full moonification sensation has taken it's toll.
a whole weekend has elapsed,
a whole lot of nothin' got done,
in the form of good times with good friends,
stinky stumps of cigars,
and manly exploration.
huh?
no,
not that kind of exploration.
more like dirt road riding along hidden mountain highways
getting rad on some scenic vista-type sh!t.
overcast weather isn't the same as rainy weather,
and the silver lining in the clouds gave way to super
sunbeaming beauty up in the hills of the woodsly goodness.
my buddy george hung out and we charted some
heretofore unknown courses,
forging our trail through the less-traveled roads
of the white mountains.
expert?
totally.
then,
eric came by for dinner.
that was also expert.
i did some schmancy gourmet-type business
for his face:
wild rice with leeks and cranberries.
blue taters and brussels sprouts, roasted.
butternut homefries, with garlic and leeks.
and gobs and glops of graaaaaaaaavy for all of that sh!t.
neighbors,
i even made a chocolate chip graham cracker cake.
that's hard-style hottness from the future.
vegan deliciousness in flippin' full effect, son.
yuuuuuuuuuup.
*
my wifey is home again, homies.
safe and sound and salem witch trial exonerated.
it was nice to immerse myself in manliness,
but a woman's touch is molto mandatory.
sharing the blankets,
and spreading the wealth;
never quiet, never soft.....
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