last night, danny and i checked out christophe’s band on bayshore.
then tina and i headed off to the tenderloft party
but left due to police drama.
i ended up spending the rest of the evening hanging out with dustin
who showed me this awesome short film he made
where he shaves off all of his shoulder-length hair.
“what happened to the hair?”
“i donated it to a charity that made wigs for chemo patients.”
that so rocks.
scott and i drove four hours up north
past this dinky hick town called willits
to marinate with naked hippies and old school ravers.
i decided to leave my ghetto rigged_duct taped digital camera at home
and borrowed my dad’s old school ricoh slr.
i haven’t shot on an slr since my trip to vietnam.
the photographs were developed today
and more than half of them were blurry and over/under exposed..
*sigh* i’ve become rusty.
becca and alida.
caryn, representing massive south bay talent.
self portrait in the restroom.
on our way back,
we stopped by the sunset party in novato.
scott, becca, tina, alida, ryan and i abandoned our techie gadgets..
waddled in the lake, sang impromptu,
giggled innuendos, read books, meditated,
learned tidbits on the life and teachings of siddharta guatama,
and found brief inner peace in idyllic seclusion
at a zen-buddhist monastary.
darling miss alida.
little koen peepin’ in the window.
the other side of the window.
marley, the bohemian wildchild i sometimes wish i could be.