GONE

To the tunes of Steve Miller,I'm flying like an eagle....

So this weekend is now a memory; one of the many wonderful reflections of this year. And what a year this has been, for me! Now we're hitting "double digits" as the months go by. Soon, dead leaves and snow will cover the concrete jungle I walk on.

...and I'll think back on this summer with my all smiles, all easy mentality.

Anyways, this weekend...wicked! The goodvibe started Friday....

With a bit of creativity and thoughtfulness I was able to turn a bag of hershey kisses and flowers into a memorable and loving display of emotion. And I know she was surprised as she followed the trail to the bathroom, every-so curious as to what I've planned.

something sweet and something special.

...but I nearly had a heart-attack as Joy crept up the stairs and hugged me mid-mix -- all good though.

Orange Thyme Duck and the Bay Scallops Meal (coz I cant remember what it's really called) were on the menu for this special evening. We washed the meal down with a decent bottle of white wine and ensured our appetite with a slice of pumpkin pie and freshly made cookie.

...and the ride home, full of surprises. Actually, the one word that's been constant throughout our relationship, fireworks.


There's something about timing, coincidence and unexpected 'things' I've come to appreciate and enjoy. It's interesting how life can surprise you; when you least expect it / unexpected. And the planning bastard that I am finds it rather enjoyable to take a step back letting divine forces work their magic.

Life can be amazing.

We started Saturday kinda late; leaving the house around 1, leaving the city after 2pm -- after a delicious crepes brunch. A few mandatory stops before the shenanigans.

The ride up to camp was peaceful, quiet and invigorating - to me anyways, since I'm driving 90 - just what a scenic drive through the country should be like! A quick stop past my nigga Jim-Bob for the heady apple butter and cherry cider; freshly made from one of the many farms surrounding the area. A slight detour afterwards, more like overlooked the proper directions. We were very eager to get on the proper road, so eager that we forgot about the .1 mile turn we should've made -- no worries though, just quiet breaths and cigarette smoke to fill the air.

So we arrive at the site (on AST), unpack and join the scene. Maybe we brought the scene as I had the only ghetto-blaster for the party. But things got off to a great start; proper 'ello's and hugs, popped bear bottles and laughter. It was great to see everyone! We always have plenty of laughs and good times when said crew gets together. Thinking back on this summer I know I'm right... I'm happy.

Hours go by.

...or so we thought.

It gets dark rather early in the hills, time becomes a laughing matter.

10pm and we're shitty - or, proper like, buzzed.

Filling the air: slurred speech, Cyndi Lauper (I had nothing to do with that), Jay Z, Big, more 80's -- you could tell I wasnt in control of the beats. And if it were up to me, ATAN - as Phil and I agreed, All Techno All Night! But we'll keep music and related banter for another time / another party.

At some point, maybe during the 3rd drunken jenga game (no drunken sex jenga) an odd request fills the air (from a co-worker surprisingly enough), "I'd totally hit a blunt if we had one."

Now I'm faced with a issue (not really). Keep my mouth shut or party like it's 1999, feel meh? So, I tempted, checked and made certain the scene was down... And they were! I think had I not consumed 6 Sierra's I would've kept my own to my own. In reality, had someone asked me earlier I would've motioned and smiled before busting out a heady nuglet. That's me.... I guess you can spot me a mile away. Maybe it's my birkenstocks that give me away.

Outside, filling the air with smoke and chatting, new friendships were forming. Bonding. Be yourself, it's the best you can do!

Another round or 2 of drunken (and now stoned) jenga folks start fading away. It's only midnight too. So much for the late-late night scene. Cautiously we walked back to our portion of the site and made preparations for sleepy-time. But, as we prepared, things started happening, camera snaps and feverish tossing...2 hours go by - crunch, crickle and a brief rest of the floor...

...waking up in the morning feeling slightly embarrassed - but not really. I should work on my breathing.

A slight case of melancholy in the early morning; goodbyes and cleanup. Friendly and caring goodbyes with promises of another retreat soon and possibly a grand party to flip over the new year.

We walked around the little town for a bit, chatting and reflecting. A brief stop to admire a site that started (one of them) our bonding process before we hit the road.

And we all know Sunday's are good for chillin. So, like villains we dashed for groceries and other things. Back at the house, quietly cooking and peacefully respecting each others hunger needs. A burn, a spill and a few comments as conversation and we had ourselves a lovely meal. Stuffed.

And the rest, well, just magical.

Who knows what's in store these upcoming weeks. Months have a way of passing by... christ, it's been 7 months since I started this new job -- look how much my life has changed and expanded. Crazy but the good kind!

the future is a good thing, no need to fight it!

Ohh and I got my crown back - here comes the champ!

...time to leave the confines of my desk and bash out beats. I'm dying to spin records.