Hi Boyz. I imagine 83.42% of you are off in the desert, fitted in your finest feathers, moccasins and boardies, hearing the tunes you will one day hear on our generations equivalent 'classic-rock,' and more or less having a life-altering music epiphany. I look forward to LOTSA posts, pictures, and voyeur/candid camera footage (so long as heems didn't lose the go-pro) recapping the weekend that wass 'a little party in the dessert.'
Adams and I did our best to match your serotonin levels in honor of his birthday, and had a night on the town that included dinner with our favorite Italian diplomat in SF's most under-ground/gem of a neighborhood, and then ventured down to a swanky hotel bar where we drank scotch (2 ice cubes please) and brandy, while we stared at one of the most ridiculous cocktail waitresses I have ever seen.
Anyhow, the real reason I post (aside from absolutely hating the words POGO after staring at them for the last month--<3 boy), is to share this freaking amazing documentary. One of the cooler short films I've seen in a long, long time. Definitely watch if you have 5 or 10 minutes.
Looking forward to alumni weekend here in a few weeks, and catching up with ALL of you.