and the aloe vera plant pays the consequence for another night of foolishness

And once again, I find myself waking up on our friend Matts' couch. Spare ribs, Happy hour G&T's, a bottle of wine, and a few too many beers were the culprit this time. The damage..plants just lying on the floor without pots, all of the dishes are dirty, food is baked onto the top of the stove, dirt all over the floor, bottles rolling around the apartment. The cleanest place is the fridge- and thats only because this kid ate all the food in there. Oh and the midnight pesto pasta mission. Can't forget that. All wrapped up with a vhs showing of Tombstone.- But that was only after we got the motivation to take the kayak movie out after it's third repeat showing. Even though the opening shots of Snug dropping the 65 ft big guy at mesa are pretty sicky.

Rachel and Zander came down for a visit this weekend and they camped out for acouple days. We got the good campspot twice and I think they had an enjoyable time living life outside. As always it is great to see those two and catch up. Hopefully it'll be sooner rather than later when I see them again.

On the other front, I got myself a job. It's only acouple hours for the time being, but I am close to having a second job that could turn into a fulltime job, so we will see how it all works out.

According to Matt (he just got up) the kitchen is "really f#@$*$! frieghtning", and he's not sure if it's been this bad before. Closer inspection reveals- broken glass, cheese on the floor, puddles of the dogs water, noodles stuck in the carpet, butter all over the counter, and yet more plants on the ground without pots. Run of the mill monday evening I suppose.

Burrito is really good right now, loops, cartwheels, helix's, and acouple big attempts at aerial back pan-ams. 3810 cfs...I thought Kevin was guiding this raft down, so I got in Burrito to block his way as we always do, waited and waited, threw a backstab expecting to get blown off the wave and miss the raft, but I stuck it, and had time for a cartwheel before the raft full of paying clients hammered into the wave. Well needless to mention, the raft did not stop and I narrowly escaped taking it and it's clients directly on the head. I was able to just barely make the eddy on the far bank. Turns out it wasn't Kevin afterall. But a whole group of tourists got an up close and personal experience of freestyle kayaking in Jackson.

According to Matt (he just got up) the kitchen is "really f#@$*$! frieghtning", and he's not sure if it's been this bad before. Closer inspection reveals- broken glass, cheese on the floor, puddles of the dogs water, noodles stuck in the carpet, butter all over the counter, and yet more plants on the ground without pots. Run of the mill monday evening I suppose.