impromptu camping trips are fun. sometimes you just gotta throw something together at the last minute and enjoy what comes of it.

we ascended to an elevation of 9300 feet where we found the perfect camp site. after having lunch sandwiches and setting up camp, we took a brisk hike.

on this three mile heart attack hike, we encountered many lizards and saw beautiful sceneries. it was great until we decided we had gone too far. the trip back was agony. mostly uphill and by the time we got back, the weeners were calling. we took a little rest before making hamburgs for dinner.

after the sun went down, i kept the fire large and hot. it was then kumbaya time, so i busted out the acoustic guitar and played some weezer, radiohead, and interpol.

the morning couldn’t come soon enough with the 40-degree night. it wouldn’t have been so bad, but the air mattress seemed to suck all the heat out.

we got up at 6:30 and made breakfast. we went on another hike to check out a forest fire lookout tower. i climbed to the very top while nearly shatting myself. i’m not much afraid of heights, but when you’re already 9000 feet up and then you climb this rugged metal structure to get above the trees, you kinda start to feel like there’s no place but down. once i got to the top, it wasn’t as bad as the ladder climb up, but the wood under my feet felt pretty old and flimsy. i took a few pictures and went down.

then we went home and now my body is trying not to ache.

as i was getting closer to the front door, i noticed “that one guy” who works for the apartment complex. he was walking toward me. he said, “hi, how are you today?” i kept going and said, “hi, i’m alright.” i got in the door before it went any further.

sometimes you get this feeling like people are waiting for their opportunity to talk your ear off. it’s a bad thing when you’re the listener. it’s even worse when you try very hard not to hurt their feelings, but all you really want to say is: “fuck the fuck off.”

now, i will admit that sometimes i bring it on myself by being too friendly. i find that if i give the impression that i don’t want to talk to anyone, i usually have better days.

however, there is the flipside of that coin, which involves grocery store lines. 80% of the time, the checkout clerk is a little too friendly. i’ve had everything from being told about the clerk’s dead mother’s drinking problems to being shown a picture of a goth outfit complete with black robe and chains. i do my best to politely walk away from the insanity, and make a mental note never to return to that location.

well, it seems that the meeting of one of my musical heroes in vegas will be postponed indefinitely. i guess it was a bit naïve to think that i had any chance in (or out of) hell. probably for the best, anway, since most rock stars are sodding a-holes.

where one opportunity fails, another is created. we will be going camping in the cool elevations of mt. graham. a nice weekend getaway in the arms of nature. maybe i’ll bring my guitar and put on a mini concert of my own for the black bears. i think they will appreciate david’s new meat.

this clip was brought to my attention by lady friend. it comes from a bbc show called little britain. if you like british humour, i suggest you check it out.

about a week ago, i had this strange dream that i was helping matthew good make his new music video. the details are all blurry and i can’t remember if i was in it or just watching from the sidelines.

the next day i was reading his blog like i normally do and there was a post about fans making the video for a song from his new album. it was kind of eerie how the two things were related.

today, i was reading a post on his blog about him doing a mini acoustic show/pool party thing in las vegas for a few select fans. naturally, being that i love pool parties, i had to send an e-mail request. all i can do now is wait to see what fate has in store for me.

i will say this: i’ve had a peculiar feeling about seeing matthew good in vegas. almost like a premonition. if it’s meant to happen, it will happen. and nothing would thrill me more than seeing one of my favourite artists perform in close proximity.

i think i’ll go rub velvet elvis for luck.