too little time, too much ambien

The last three days have been so entirely delightful. I met so many people, did so many fun things. Today is Andrew's birthday. Happy birthday Andrew. Okay, we are going to make this as brief as possible. too much shit has happened to go about it any other way. Thursday. Eighties night. funny story. x'd out of the bar, washed that shit off like a champ, went back in flirted with the bartender and got her number. friday. hung out with angela oh and her friends. mate el higado otra vez. lots of fun etc. etc. saturday. wake up, go to a place called "ganesh" which is an indian restaurant that has a daily buffet, and it is tasty. yum. Not only tasty, it is a southern indian restaurant (most all indian restaurants are not southern indian) and therefore, this restaurant has a much larger share of vegetarian items. double yay. I highly recommend it. It will please your palate. went with whit and my brother and sister in law. then, finish at 3 ish. call angela larson, tell her she has twenty minutes to get ready, she is going with andrew and me to get crazy. pick her up 36 minutes later. oops, I was off in my estimate by 16 minutes. that makes me a liar. sad. we go, we drop whit off at her casa, go pick up andrew, and put on clothes that we plan on never wearing again after that day. We drive to spanish fork (I think Salem technically). It is ape shit crazy. i crowd surf, get painted during chalk wars, jump up and down to a rockin harry krishna band ;) watch people throw their shoes, dance, throw chalk, get crazy etc. etc. no words can do this festval justice, so I won't even try. when I get my kidnapped camera back, you guys can see the absolue craziness of it. I looked like a jackson pollock canvas if he had thirty cups of coffee and an eight ball of coke before he started painting. so did andrew. so did angela. met tons of cool people blah blah blah. just look at the pictures when i get them or google "festival of colors utah" or something like that and look at some photos. we leave the festival at 7:45, I am supposed to meet brit at fiddler's elbow at five. obviously, I am right on schedule. traffic eats an enormous elephant erection and it takes us an hour to get homeish. drop angela off at her friend's house. and now we have no time to go change because like I always say, you can be four and a half hours late, but five is just absolutely unthinkably rude. So we go, looking like we dry humped bozo the clown for a week straight. my face at this point is pink, blue, green, orange, yellow, and perhaps a few other colors. my clothes. the same. we look absolutely ridiculous. Go to the bar see brit and chad; two of my favorite people, and preceed to mata the higado again. brit gets a little too inebriated, but that's a whole other story. we... Meaning andrew and me. look like smurfs through the eyes of somebody on acid... but we have a great time, meet two of the bartender girls there, then go back to their house and hang out with them til like 5 am. still painted like brave heart if the costume designer had been blind. my camera is still being held ransom. and these girls were awesome, despite the one being a thief :p
that is the short story, the lenghty stories are much much crazier, detailed, and full of hilarity. and that's not even getting into the vegas trip I got back from a week ago which was equally insane. Life has been very fun lately. I love it. It's been a colourful couple of days too... literally ;)
embrace the colors of life. tis a beautiful thing. maybe, if i have more time, and less ambien, I will tell these stories, and the epic vegas story in all their glamour and glory. Unfortunately, or fortunately for those that don't like to read novels, today is not that day.

chalky krishna kisses.
night night sleep tight, lane is cute. the end :)