even though tripat is never seen, hes still in our hearts.
or at least spying in our homes.

we just finished up rat race over here.
and i was also admiring cubas dancing.
thats some breakdancin shit if i ever dun seen any.
if i was just a bit older in the 80s, i woulda been all over that shit.
i kinda got introduced to it by josh,
but i didnt realize that i could sort of mimic the moves until i got drunk.
and that was post-westmont.
so sorry.

oh well.
it'll just be one of those things that you get excited about but never get around to cuz of its... displacement from you.
i.e. scuba diving.

i played a rousing round of foosball tonight.
its been a while.
i remember back when it was like second nature.
i miss that feeling.
luckily i think po is as excited about learning it as he was for snowboarding.
AND LOOK AT HIM NOW!!

i think i live too much in the past.
i'd like to hang out with tripat, that other house, and everyone else like back in the day when we'd throw parties at our place in kirkland across from mormania.
but. issues arise people are incompatible. shit goes down. feelings go sour.
people are content with no contact at all.

meh. not like i was ever any coordinator though.
im just a follower. so i cant dictate what goes down.

k. thanks to trip for another idea to lead to no where.
peace yall.
goodnight.
or morning.
or. whatever the fuck.
i dont care.