Twister Master

And what's not to like 'bout a party where I'm allowed to - nay, ENCOURAGED to - call out the colors/body parts/positions as I see fit during Twister? And add rules (Simon Says/Mother May I/whatEVER I feel like). And. And. And.

Also: the Harry Potter party's been moved to mid-October sometime which frees up Labor Day W'end for me so I may make it to a friend's poetry reading at the Henry Miller Library in Big Sur after all.

Nice thing 'bout travelling in many circles is that there's usually something fun/good/else going on...which helps keep me from plummeting too far for too long.

Anti-Social-ism Continues

"It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming." – Charles Baudelaire (1869)