VayKay

So, as all of you know, since "all of you" is just a way that I like to refer to myself (the only reader of this weblog) so that I can feel important and loved...Basically, as I know...

I am coming up on the month anniversary of my big VayKay...Basically I am the biggest blog procrastinator of all time. Except of course for Kevin of TJs Place, who is still watching the Olympics...

All that I really wanted to say was that I was psyched and amped beyond belief at the beauty of my trip to the jazz festival. I am a veteran of the festival and have been going for quite some time, almost entirely under the assumption that it would one day be as grand as it was this year.

I have always been a huge fan of the Blue Street Jazz Band, and this year I was fortunate enough to get to chill with three of the members for countless smoke-breaks. Brtilliant and surprisingly nice fellows who gave me nicknames like "Sam Smoker" and "Smoker Sam". Yeah, those are the only two, but they still make me giddy. And one of them said he looked forward to seeing me next year. Fabu.

The other wondrous thing about Sun Valley this year was that they didn't card me. Not even in the liquor store. It was like being...I wanted to write something deep and intelligent. Something like, "It was like being released from the chains of sobriety after twenty long years of anticipation and suffering." But in reality it was just more like being 21. Go on, Sun Valley, whet my appetite, get me all good and ready and send me back to the sad sad reality of liquor laws. You evil bitch.

Anyway, now that I've completed the story of my grand and illustrious trip, I can move on to bigger and better things, just wait...you'll never believe it. Either that or you'll never hear from me again. Or maybe you just won't hear from me in a long long time. Actually that's pretty likely...