fade like a radio station
if you drive out of range

Retreat, retreat, retreat. While discussing the wording in the company’s manifesto, we used the term “artistic rejuvenation”. That’s not all it is. It’s life and work and relationship and joie de vivre rejuvenation. It makes everything look a little shinier and a little friendlier. Maybe I’ll write about everything later, but here are some snippets, in vaguely chronological order. If you remember things I didn’t, please help me remember.

Eating shitty ice cream at Dick’s
Pratt’s love affair with Tacoma
Singing “Kiss Me” while speeding down dark winding country roads
J-Rhea’s hot tub dance
Lovely Lulu of the mystery puppies and deformed skull
“Loud Snorer. You’ve been warned.”
Hard’n’Throbbing, the best card game ever
Miso Soup and sticky rice, again
Bruce, Stephanie and SJ’s rendition of old Heart songs
Figuring out the Yellow Dog situation
Meetings and Babies and Dogs, Oh My!
Malibu and Coffee first thing in the morning
Applying to be staff. O YEZ.
Fetzer announcing his impending resignation as AD
Off-roading to Mount St. Helens
Wine, wine, and more wine
J-Rhea’s Wonderland Dreams
Gude being “untoward”
Sticking with Dick
Streaking Pizza Night
“Oh, God. Where are my pants?”
Comte’s Volcano Story
The Baron Von Krebzilla the Hun’s play
Trixie’s fiddlin’
SRaeRob being proud to be an American
Hot Tubbin’… (no suit? no problem!)
The ass-slap heard ‘round the world
Pictures Bartell’s won’t develop
Heart-to-heart with B’gosh, finally
The More You Know (tm) about Joshua Norton
Bacteria! Bacteria!
John Galt’s Ass Castles in the sky
Lying awake and picking out 7 voices at once
“You know what I wanna do? I wanna POKE her.”
I know marriage is reprehensible, but I don’t remember why
Wigging about the duckling
“Oh my god, it’s 3:30 in the morning.” “No it’s not. It’s only 2:30!”
John Galt doing dishes until 4. No, really, 4.
Waking to the sounds of coffee grinder at 7:30
Sleeping through breakfast
Discovering my BATTLE SCAR
Touching, touching, touching the armholeskin…
Getting to take minutes for old times’ sake, ‘cause Krebs was hung over
Scavenging for food
That last Picture on the Porch
Post-Meeting-Meeting at the Dairy Queen
Eye-Color dominance … what?
Diagnosing Psychoses
and …. scene.

What an incredible weekend. Tomorrow, it’s back to the grind. If you or you post any pictures online or would be willing to send pictures to me, that would be excellent. As for my own personal roll of film, it will be available soon, but not in a web-based format. (This is probably for the best.)

Check out this link to see photos taken by the fabulous Mr. Comte. Thanks!