Back again, with a Vengeance

Wow, what a weekend. I once again indulged in the fun and games present at a large outdoor concert venue. Two straight days of music, including YMSB (see the link on my site). These guys are great. The music was wonderful, and it all makes me feel the need to ramble. I need to get out more! The shitty part of the adventure came at the security gate. I bought a very beautiful new pipe, colorful glass with a frog on it. I stashed it in a rolled up raincoat along with all my boomers and my bud. Well, of course, that day they searched the shit out of me. They found it all. It all went in the trash can. Man, almost $50 of weed and a pipe that had not even been smoked yet. To the trash. I was sad, but I got my shit together and had a good time anyway. You can't let the man get you down. Those bastards.

The fourth was nice. I went and bought a new pipe, smoked it lots, and drank a bunch of Margaritas while lighting some fireworks. It was fun, until this morning when I was puking those margaritas back out, scorching my throat and really making myself feel good for a long day in the office. Enough about that, it's back to pondering life, and the complexities I deal with each day. Oh boy!

So, my big night did not go as planned. Shit. I was really looking forward to a long night of restraining my beautiful girlfriend, making tons of sweet love, and then making our weekend from there. Instead, I took her out for a wonderful dinner, and by the time we got home, she was tired and only had a little vanilla sex in her. It was good, but not what I needed to satisfy the spicy desires. Blue balls again for me. To make it worse, we were out of town all weekend, and now she is leaving tomorrow for a 9 day trip out of town. Man, I may have to do some kidnapping tonight. I need handcuffs, I need latex stockings, I need a big ballgag and a blindfold! Is this too much to ask? I think not. So where am I now? I am on the other side of this weekend, and noticing that sometimes, you should not count your chickens before they hatch, or should I say count your hours of sex before you have your woman tied to the bed. I got my hopes up, and got a big let down. It will be that much better later, right?

Enough about this, it is depressing. I will write when I have something better to say. For now, be happy all. Peace!