OK more about my trip:
Miserable on the way up. But I made it to hugs and kisses all around at Sister Cate’s magic kingdom. But to pick up where I left off earlier…after Joe jammed with Derek, I headed up the hill curious about the mix out front. I returned to find Carmine gone. I guess old WhosieWhat rushed them out before traffic got nuts.
I had intended to introduce Todd Smallie to Carmine Rojas, but that didn’t happen. So I chatted for a few more minutes with Todd and Derek, where I saw Spider and RICjunkie and Jimmy lurking. So we rejoined our forces, wrasseled down the minivan. It was fighting with George, so I flung a leg over it and together we pummeled it to submission. Then we drove (ALL of us) back to Camp Cathy’s.
I was late moving out in the morning so I went a bit later to Jane’s. Jane Dear! Thank you for that fabulous spread and your hospitality…nice -place. I checked your neck to see if there was any damage from head bangin right down front. But you looked strong. With the whole gang there, I ate like the little piggy that I am and laughed and did my “Seasick Watermelon Slim Steve” impersonation… um… one for the alkies…
Dean, Melissa, Amelia & Nico were there…and the dog! “Doncha be eyeballing mah poultry there furface!” I left there and headed to Florida. Tuesday I was home.
Blues From the Bottoms