Rock City

Deh-twah. Say it with me...

I had an amazingly enjoyable weekend at Dirty 8.0. Normally, events of this magnitude either put me in a foul or at least an apathetic mood, but I had a blast. And I attribute that directly to the company I kept and the support and good tidings I received.

- To BT Charles, who made it all possible, above and beyond and so on and so on. I bow...
- To Chip BFAM Willis. How is it that two people so completely different can be so much alike? And born one month apart? He takes pictures of food rather than eating it...
- To Sarah. She is the shit, plain and simple. And she knows it...
- To Iris, with not a selfish bone in her body...
- To Melvin, who always makes me smile because he is always right...
- To Petr and Rose, who somehow always seem to get away…
- To The Leland Hotel, lost in time and not giving a fuck...

I was very fortunate to meet many, many folks who I've corresponded with or simply admired their work: Dan, Johnny, Lochai, Gary, Dave, Kevin, Christopher, Anthony, Candy, Frank, Kathy, Melissa, ahhhh the list - she goes on and on...

There were plenty of shenanigans (especially on Saturday night) that you can read about elsewhere, but the point isn't really that several of us behaved like 15 year olds, is it?

The point is that I don't remember having that much fun with friends in a long time.

I gotta start leaving Mr. Cranky at home...