Friday started well. Met up with Escobar, and showed him some of my fav shopping spots. Its funny how you can find a shirt you love at the spot where you would have never thought to look. I think that was the case with the shirt from the gap.

Roger saw me last night and the first thing that blurted from his mouth was
"We are the champions". Was my shirt that tight? Not only that it was black, sleevless and had some weird design on it. I like it and that is what matters.

Walking in to a crowded bar as an obscure white stripe song begins to play is just plain blissful. It really felt great. But not as great as being greeted by all who were in attendance. They all show me so much love. It feels great.
Oscar makes my face hurt when he gets going. "I want to clean... Smells like pepper... It's just hair gel... My perfect complexion". The great OB 1 ca-poetry.

Old friends are some what of a dissapointment to me. Bastards. Si usted me dice una vaina cumpla con su vaina.

I have to write more. I have to shop more. I cut some of my days off for financial reasons, so if I want to be able to make it to Nats, I must tighten my belt a bit. The group that is supossed to room together is close to complete. We are searching for one more person. I have to make sure I make all the necessary arraingments by the first week of July.
I haven't taken a real vacation since 12/01, so I am really looking foward to this one, and it better be as good as you guys say it is. I know ima hear some good poems, but after last nights louder than, I know that my reason for going should be the fun not the poetry. I don't want to go with the idea that I will hear nothing but great poetry because after last night panel, I think there will be more gimmics than honest work. Hopefully I will be wrong.