A Backyard Barbecue With Pikku Jaettilaeinen
Zing! In two shakes I was transported to the Pacific Northwest, to Portland, OR, Vancouver, WA, where Trevor was getting ready to show me a great time. Now, Trevor is a serious cook. The guy had smoked an entire chicken for us. We ate. We drank. We laughed. And that was only the first night!
Is that a delicious smokey&spicy salad I see you holding there? It sure is!
Motherfuckers beware. Later he slaughtered the fattest calf for us. Kidding!
Mmm, bison. Mmm, veggies.
Good eats.
Moving On
Last days in San Francisco were a total blast. Birthdays, improv theater, eating out, getting drunk, Carnaval, craziness of all sorts. The fucking Golden Gate turned 75 years old. And we were too lazy to head out to watch it. "It'll be on YouTube," was the prevalent feeling about it. I'm sure it was (and is) and I'm fine. Instead, we got this:
'Tonight you sleep in hell!' (You thought I was going to do the other one, didn't you?)
Ha! We laughed, me and Sami and Lilli did. Such one-liners. Such sword-fighting. Such shitty acting!
But the DVD brings me to another point. The Lost Weekend video store on Valencia. Great place, to which I only have to offer you one piece of evidence.
Put that cookie down!
And that was it. San Francisco was ready to be left behind in one more day. And I was fine with all of it. I saw everyone (but one) and got to hang out with all you guys. The best times.
Be safe, all of you.