So Andrew and I paraded our happy asses way out into the desert to watch Randy celebrate raver style. It was a pretty great party and I had a good time. On our way out there it occured to us that we were in Andrew’s early-70s Cheyenne bumpin through the desert while wailing out to some “Del McCoury Band.” It doesnt get much more hillbilly than that… old truck with a bed full of wood and cardboard boxes of toys cruisin’ down an unpaved road with some twangy bluegrass to get you movin!
We set up right next to the Wacky Weenies cart as usual and Andrew threw together an AWESOME fire and got it burning quick. As usual I moved a lot of finger lights, but lately glowstick sales have slowed WAY down. What happened ravers? Do chemlites not tickle your fancy any longer? Anyways, the night went well and I managed to (unlike last weekend) make enough to pay for gas and the toys that I sold as well as dinner for Andrew and myself, but not a whole lot more. At the end of the night Randy decided I needed to take a crack at the pinata, and crack it I did… it was a donkey shaped pinata, so I literally busted Randy’s ASS with a metal rod heh.
I did get to spend some time hangin around a really pretty really awesome girl a lot of the night which made it seem even better…. and it looks like I’ll be seeing her again tonight while I’m working at the phoenix fairie festival. Wow… this is the first time in recent past I can think of that a girl’s presence actually had an impact on the flow of my day… sheesh.. what’s this world coming to?
