Sunset Junction of the Mind

Much like Scott, I was having intermittent flashbacks of Sunday. Low tide at the pier has washed up some surprising and revealing memories of a great day.

11am, Bloody Mary and fabulous breakfast. Every one still seems normal. Well, you know what I mean.

• 1130am, Christian drives our bus with a firm hand and a steady gait to our destination.
• Yeah, it's a crappy, lo-res camera phone! Yay! Aren't you stoked? Me too! Luckily, Gonzo took pictures using a camera that has more than 10 pixels in its repertoire.
• We're all smiles, giddy with antici-(say it)-pation...
• Arriving at our destination, strangely, it feels like the gates of Hell as we off load. Well, perhaps not so much strange is it is inconvenient. I was shvitzing like crazy.

• Oh the stores and the booths and the bar-b-que! How fabulous to shop on the surface of the sun...
• After a long day of buying all things leather and lace, we settle down for a little nosh at "GOOD". Surprisingly, it was quite "GOOD".

  

  I wish I had a picture of the uber-hottie waiter to show you, but my camera wouldn't do him justice anyway. Bubble=Butt.
• After our after our meal break (THANK YOU SEAN!), we retired to 4100 to soak up some atmosphere in the cool dark recesses of the pseudo-MoRockin' venue. If you've ever asked yourself, "What is the best thing you can do with a belly full of food and spirits?", you've undoubtedly come up with the same answer our beloved Stevie P. did - Why, how about a couple million times around the track on "The Penetrator"?
• Here he is now with runner-up Homecoming Queen, Brian Davenport.
• What fun it was for us all, save myself, screaming all the while like a *German accent* LEETEL GIRL:

• Is it just me or does Ms. Kim look like she's having a ball?
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• Jay, meanwhile, looks unamused.

After our extended visit on the Hurl-a-whirl (of which we almost didn't have because the crack-riddled body of the carny operating the ride lay lifeless until kicked by a fellow "amusement Attraction Operator"...just remembered that...strange...), we loaded back on the bus, and headed out to faultline.

Now keep in mind, we're from the POODLE, right? And at the poodle, you either learn how to party or you join a sewing circle. So, in my valiant effort to keep up with my peers and cohorts, I got plum schnockered. The last thing I remember were Ms. Kim's wet nipples...before the blackout. Apparently, we all blacked out because when we went to retrieve the remainder of our riders from the Fair, we LEFT MS. KIM AT THE FAULTLINE! Now how bad-ass are you if you're a) The only woman in the place, b) left there by all of your friends and c) still having a kick ass time? Pretty fucking bad ass if you ask me. We swung back by and picked her up on the way home though. It was the least we could do. Seriously, if you were on the bus ride to Fault Line, then buy back some karma for leaving her there by buying her a cocktail. Your Aura will thank you.

Couple of things. There was a water fight, of which there are high res pics, if the camera still works.

I "came to" on the bus in the midst of others who slowed down, and er...uh...stopped:

It was so funny, all I could hear was "Everybody Sleeps" from Seasame Street over and over again in my head.

Well, not EVERYBODY was sleepy on the way home...somebody was the ultimate in low altitude geishaporno stewardesses...I'll leave you to figure out whom:

This picture by the way is the subject of my caption contest. Just put yours in the comments and we'll see who wins. What do you win? My undying admiration? Not bloody likely. I'll buy a cocktail. Only on a Tuesday at the Poodle though. I know, rules suck. Scott and I will vote for the funniest caption, in the event of a tie, we will have another shot of Tuoca and recount the votes until a majority decision has been reached, or whichever one of us doesn't pass out.