Sylvan

I'm at a friend's bachelor party right now in Crestline, CA., the peicemail city perched on the side of a mountain where I killed my Explorer.

To give you an idea of my friends, this bachelor party so far consists of Dungeons and Dragons, Lord of the Rings, Willow, World of Warcraft, and naps. My friends are fairly milquetoast in this regard, and it's taken me since I got here at 4 (it now being 1 in the morning) to smoke a cigar and painstakingly, slowly, fumblingly create a character to join in the game with. I can't remember how to do this stuff, I gave it up a long time ago.

So we've had cigars, and we've eaten a ton (pizza, chips, cookies and soda, Randy made goulash... it was delicious until I almost broke a tooth on a hidden rock) and for the most part this is my kind of party. We don't drink, really, none of us, so there's no booze of any serious presence... though I'm sure there's a handle or two somewhere in the cabin if someone was really hurting. We don't like strippers, really, which I've personally always thought weren't even masturbatory in whatever menial pleasure they provide. The bottom line is, if I'm not getting off, I don't see the point. I don't look at porn with two hands, follow?

So we're here, and while there are things I'd rather be doing than gaming (which, considering everyone's napping so they can get up and game when Danny gets here at 3... not going to happen... I'm probably not goint to be doing much of) I'm still having a great time just getting to see friends who I hardly ever get to spend time with anymore.

So here I am, up a mountain, about to brave the cold just so I can take part in a vice which I may or may not have given up at this point. If nothing else, I've definitely cut down, though this weekend, by its nature, is going to be a bit of a binge. I may just not sleep, and get a little rest on the ride back down the mountain tomorrow. After all, these kids are lightweights, and it's pretty awesome having an entire house to yourself, let alone a house with neighbors so far away we'd have to start a landslide to bother them.

And, as I end the refrain, I SIGN OFF!

Cyrano de Bergerac. Bitches.