Last weekend Joy and Kyle had a lovely Memorial Day barbeque, complete with smoked ribs, smoked chicken drumsticks, grilled corn, homemade barbeque sauce, and more sides than I can remember to name here.
Petaluma has some curious weather, predominantly affected by what the locals call the Petaluma Wind Gap—which apparently causes wind and fog to rush in from the ocean during summer evenings, faster than it does through the surrounding areas. This is good for the grapes, but that night it meant the wind began gusting over the hill that is Joy and Kyle’s backyard.
Kyle kindly brought out some blankets and wrapped one around me. Joy donated her hair clip, and Stephanie used it to secure the blanket around me—which was actually necessary under these extreme conditions to keep the blanket from blowing away. Meanwhile I continued to lick the barbeque sauce off my fingers. A little less shivery.
Last night we celebrated Marcia and friends birthdays this year in a big rollerskatin’, pizza/guacamole/mojito/cupcake consumin’, hula hoopin’ bash. I’m sure photos will begin poppin’ up all over the internets, so in order to get the ball rollin’ I give you:
Stephanie, Justin, and Marcia showin’ off their mad hula hoopin’ skillz.
I celebrated New Year’s Eve this year at Goli’s place. She lives in this beautiful house up on Sonoma Mountain, overlooking all of Santa Rosa and beyond. It’s a view that I’ve never seen during the daylight hours, and I may not get the chance. Goli’s apparently moving to Sebastopol!
Anyway, she had a kickass party right at the height of the flooding. In fact half the road leading up to her house washed out that night. But that didn’t stop like every hippie on this side of Sonoma County from showing up. In fact because of the weather, a group of performance artists (including Kandice Korves of Holistic Hooping) who had planned to put on a show in the city decided to stay and perform for us. I thought I took some killer pictures, considering I had no tripod and probably held a half-consumed bottle of champagne in one hand.
This week Matt turned 24. And we celebrated on Saturday night by pouring Smarties™ down his throat. Just a bunch of good, clean kids engaged in some wholesome fun. Chug, chug, chug!!!
When I’m famous and David LaChappelle shoots my portrait for Rolling Stone magazine, I’d envision it looking something like this:
Note: Stephanie’s ear was not injured in the taking of this photo.
This would be Stephanie and Marcia sticking their tongues in my ears… or “still life with Lagunitas IPA.” Hawt.
And finally for you aggro-homoerotic fans, I grab Matt’s ass, Stephanie watches on in horror.
