Burned

I'm in a Starbies on the border between Oceanside and Carlsbad. It's like a fashion show and HBO comedy hybrid, but you can't talk shit about the people—not out loud at least.
Spent the late afternoon with the Burnetts. They are beautiful. Using their luxurious Cardiff estate as a jump off point, Mike and I didn't pad up and then went over and scooted around on the newish mini ramp at the Y. Between runs we talked about friends and loved ones, the fate of nouns and verbs, and the subtleties of fweepers and frails. You definately had to be there ... though, if you think about it, your attendance was not mandatory.
That's how it goes, I guess.
Back to the compound for beers and a lovely walk to Besta-Wan.
The importance of this post may be questioned.
Repeatedly, if necessary.