Along with keeping up with the bother that is jobsearch networking and learning musical theory, a few interesting evenings have been had.

Steve had his girlfriend over from New Zealand, I lent him my room because his is kind of gross, they were happy, got together, then unhappy, and broke up, then got back together again, she left to NZ, and yesterday he got an sms announcing breakup.

Love. What an addictive mess it is.

I've been realizing that maybe it's time I get some love my way, It's been a long time, I still feel some of the emotional scarring of past relos, but chicks dig scars? you'd hope. Anyway there's a girl I may like, tho I'm not sure if I really do (confused huh) who happens to fall into a number of uncanny coincidences which I will not go into here.

After a few quieter weeks it was back to action this weekend. Friday night was spent watching old dvd's and smoking doobs with Caroline and Milo. Saturday was a little more exciting, I made a mix cd for Zoe with music in Spanish, we went to hers and sat by the sun as Caroline was her usual outspoken self and confessed that she often farts at work and blames it on the children. We all ate banana cake and blakava, thankful for the glimpse of sunlight while cursing winter and clouds.

We watched 'Ferris Buellers Day Off' (It's SO good, even now) and came home to find Ben and Megs wearing black facepaint and reading over some blueprints..

The Mission : Rooster Rescue , The Means : Van and White Sheet. 11.20 PM - I prep up and we're off, Caroline stays at HQ, I man the Van. Back into dark alleyway with monstrous, malnourished and captive rooster sitting on heat tank. Megs and Ben are scared. I move in, make eye contact with the rooster. He understands, sheet goes over, no struggle, into the box he goes, we run to the van and we're off to sneak him into the ecological park. We're worried but the fence is open. What luck! Rooster is in. Outcome : Success

Chicken Liberation Front begins.

Afterwards we went to a couple of parties, people asked about our facepaint, top secret we replied. One was Bernies party, everyone was dancing like crazy to Manu Chao. I danced with Zoe, she put on a poncho her grandfather gave her and moved like a hyped up go go dancer. Fanned the flames of the fire outside and danced some more to old reggae.

Walked home laughing and cheery.

Sunday we went Kayaking. Moscow, Ben and I in the back of the van, Megs and Nick in the front. Ben used some sheep fertilizer as a pillow. It was nice. I've never really Kayaked before but it was easy enough, and beautiful to watch the sun set from a floating position to see the beauty of colors and warm hues reflect and refract. I said thank you.

We also found a porno dvd on the beach. 'She Male Pool Party Orgy'. Bonus!