cathartic and life-changing

wow was ashes and snow uplifting, life-changing, cathartic even. after seeing the ashes and snow exhibit friday, i immediately found the obscured road in my life that led to moral redemption and a greater hold on what it means to be a human. i leave for tibet and spiritual uplifting tomorrow. bwahaha…wtf. yea, ahem. so yes, went to the nomadic museum friday afternoon to catch ashes and snow. pretty exhibit. look at me, im a sensitive yet poetic human dancing with big whales! look over there! a kid hugging a cheetah because he too feels the pain of mother earth! a bit overly dramatic for my tastes, but the photos and the material they were printed on were nice. im not sure how much elephants and cheetahs can change my life perceptions, but they were nice. its like avant garde national geographics. i went food shopping afterwards.

I DIDNT WIPE
sattys agenda for bike riding fuckabilly was the site of last years ass-kicking, the mahlon dickerson. time heals all, so i wasnt as afraid of the trails as i was a few seconds after a big stump in the trail sent me flying. it had rained earlier in the day, so many of the trails were a bit damp. alot of the trails also seemed somewhat less rocky, and we took many of the trails with relative ease. there were some swampy areas, and i did bail once after losing my balance on a narrow bridge, but overall it was a good ride.

we cut out relatively early to go check out a crawfish festival. correction…music/crawfish festival. fish had a plan, and it involved not paying the ridiculous entry fee (the crawfish itself still cost money). we parked nearby, then went to check out the “trails” around the back of the area. after doing that for approximately a minute, we stashed our bikes in the woods and ducked thru a gate on the far side of the festival…yay! normally id feel bad about something like this (ok, not really), but the entry fee was ridiculously expensive and was mainly for the music anyway (which was country suck). the food however…holy fuck. we each got jambalaya and a box of crawfish…word! i is a happy boy. the crawfish was damn good, having been carted up from louisiana just for the festival. after noshing the food as fast as we could, we grabbed some drinks and ducked back into the shadows (read: go and retrieve our bikes before some local townie stumbled on them).

CHELSEA PARTYING
after getting home and showering, i headed out to chelsea for derricks party at the maritime. chelseas not exactly a neighborhood id normally do my drinky-drinks at, but derrick said that that was the idea…not getting too comfortable with your usual places. which is all fine and spiffy, but we were still surrounded by a thousand and one guys in untucked button-downs and cookie-cutter sorority girls. it was a sickeningly nice nite out tho, so chilling in the cabana room on the roof deck was pretty coo. i stayed til around 2ish, after having depleted my funds on $7 bottles. ouch. i spent the rest of the weekend marinating. ah…marination.