Crikey Style

So Rachel and I went camping at Pomo Canyon. It was FAAAAABULOUS! And, in case you hadn't yet figured it out...we didn't get murdered! Woohoo! Anyway, I've been hearing about Pomo for like ten years almost, but had never been. Hell, I didn't even know where it was. It's exquisite! Walk in campsites and redwoods everywhere. It was so beautiful, so refreshing. I ADORE it. Smashing to the core. Rachel made faboo chenya (aka chicken) for dinner, very yum yummers. Mmm...West County style. *slurpalicious* Then after some requisite s'mores we dove into the beer. We were admittedly nursing them, yummy (and also requisite) Apricot Ale, and Coronas of course. All of a sudden, out of the darkness a drunken "coastie" (two bunny ears) appeared. He sat down with us, asked what we were doing like 48 times, and told us how drunk he was maybe 49 times. It'll be our little secret, I told him. He was cool, though, entertaining. He left, but soon came back with a friend, then another, and another...I think Rachel and I entertained (no, not like that, sickos!) hmmm...6? 6 or 7 coasties over the course of the evening. Let's see...there was A-A-R-O-N, Risotto, Lazaro, Some Guy From NY, Double A-Ron (not to be confused with A-A-R-O-N of course)...hmmm I think that was it except for my flavorite...he was a stunningly adorable male version of me, Danny. I knew I adored him when he began talking about "crikey style," and the rest was history. Smashing! We had lots of fun...fabulous conversation, lots of laughs. I adore that guy. Pity I'll never see him again, we had sooooo much fun. *sad face*

Rachel and I had a faaaabulous time. It was crazy, felt like high school sleepovers all over again. Crazy, after all these years. It was sooooooo much fun. Once we finally got to bed our camp was ransacked by gluttonous racoons. What a bunch of piggy bastards! My God, they ate everything! And we'll never know where they took the mar-mallows, or mallows as my little friend called 'em. Fascist animals. We woke up early, opened the tent up and got an eyeful of racoon-esque destruction. It so didn't suit us. So much fun!!!

THANK YOU SQUEAKY-O!!!! LMAO and thank you, U.S. Coast Guard. *wink*

And thennnnnnnnnnnnnn, after I got home, I got a phone call from none other than my dahhling friend, Evan!!! AAAHHHHHHH!! I looooooooooooooove this guy!!!! He's like family to me! I haven't seen or heard from him in over a year! YAYYYYY!!!! And he is in contact with PHIL!!! My little sweety-roos! These guys and I were like the three musketeers, we used to have all sorts of fun doing stupid things when we were younger. A while back Phil called my parents' home and I happened to be there. We talked a while and then he asked me out for dinner. I went to Aleworks at the appointed time, totally stoked, but no Phil! I hadn't heard from him since, it was all very curious. So I started to tell Evan about it and he was like "you flaked on him!!!" I'm like "the hell I did, I was there!" Somehow we missed each other, how assanine. Anyway, we're all hopefully going to get together tomorrow. What a gorgeous weekend!

Oh, and I made this extraordinarily rich, from scratch (of course) chocolate mousse. I wanted to see if I could do it. I'll admit that it would have been easier with a thermometer and a mixer... But nonetheless, yes! I can do it! It's damn good. Rachel, come over for some!

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