So Ash and I have this crazy plan to go to Burning Man next year. It's totally not like us and it's definitely not like St. Frances or Diego, but we're kinda fascinated by it. When we were up at the lake over Labor Day, we talked to a 60+ year-old engineer in a plaid shirt who said he went with his wife for the first time last year. Really?
If people that boring can go, than so can we, right? We just need to figure out how to make a shade structure.
There are days when I'm looking at my life through thick glass. I think you know the feeling. There are days when you care, and days when you... don't. Can't?
Kerstin and I camp in a pony pasture and chase the solar eclipse across Texas.
We popped out into the sun-bleached streets, and there beside us were Corrin and Dafne, rising up the BART escalator. “Hey! You dressed up!” Corrin lit up and Dafne ducked behind him. With eight minutes to curtain, we walked briskly in the summer breeze. Kerstin nearly started skipping, a will-o’
I guess it was my fault. Kerstin would like the karaoke condoms to be accessible, right as you’re running out the door. In case of a karaoke emergency. I moved them, in a fit of spring cleaning, to the champagne bucket under the table with the car keys and