marathon weekend.

i headed into this vacation a little bit disappointed by the fact that i would not be going to montreal. i really thought this was happening. however, it seemed to be a somewhat fortuitous change of plans, as i had forgotten that it was the second weekend of the ideat village. i didn't even mention it the week before, did i? well, the was the rock show friday and a sunday involving scrabble and beth reading poetry and some barroom antics.
but back to this weekend.
lots of walking around and bike riding. i saw my favorite little girl who i thought i would never see again and got the biggest hug from her. she directed us over to the "big yard" (or the green, as others may know it) to see a robot. undescribably amazing food at steve&robin's. the walk to pitkin plaza with a few raindrops to strike fear in our hearts, then the most incredible sun you've ever seen. really. it was unreal. and surreal. and all other forms of real. just sitting there in this bizzare plot of grass and shrubbery on top of a parking garage, the light a little gray until suddenly some clouds make all the right moves and it is warm and yellow and you have to squint when you turn around and i think i said something about being happy everyone was there to share that moment and people laughed at me, but really, it's hard to explain unless you were there so it's good to have had people there.
and the rock and roll was awesome. every band did a great job, and considering how many bands there were - puckish, crooked hook, the threespeeds, hygiene wilder, and strike the colors - that's rather impressive. seriously, man, these guys - and gals - rocked. the rest of my evening was spent mostly wrapped up in pleasant conversation. i (wisely) opted out of the late-night poker game and instead spent some time with my old roommate who never fails to crack me up. and i drank water instead of continuing the debauchery, which was a rare and reasonable choice that i felt quite pleased about making.
sunday was worth mentioning because i got to see some dude throw chairs around BAR and it was really funny.
then there was monday. monday monday (think mamas and the papas for me here...). our usual NHWC meeting served the dual purpose of also being siri's birthday party. this just means that some other people joined us, we talked a little less than usual about writing, and there was far more imbibing. but it was fabulous. highlights include some exquisite corpse-esque typing on the two outside typewriters, the obligatory cook-out, candle and boats floating in the family swim center, and oh so much more. siri's friend had some mad judo antics going on. late into the night (after i temporarily turned into a zombie - all that gin caught up to me and i was afraid to move for fear of spontaneous vomiting. i sat for a long time with my head in my hands resting upon my knees, about as fetal as you can get in a plastic chair), someone said something about going in the pool. i thought it would be funny if i just walked in. sure it would be cold, but it would only be up to my mid-calves and i had a skirt on so my clothes wouldn't get wet and what the hell, it's worth it for a laugh. and i got a laugh all right. i slipped and fell in and got soaked. happy birthday, siri!! i hope you appreciate what i go through for you!!
everyone had a good time, though. especially siri, which was the most important feature.
after a psychedelic morning, i enjoyed a walk downtown with miller, a visit to steve&robin's, then another delicious lunch with m and siri and the9. met an adorable child. hmmm....what else?
i guess that's it.
i had a lot more insight to add before, instead of merely recounting the happenings of the past few days, but maybe those will come later. maybe not. who knows.