Ok, the cave party literally had me praising "the 831" (our area code) several times last night.
And he wasn't fucking around when one of the DJs said "an entirely improvisational live electronic set with sounds from the kitchen sink, the forest, the bus, the internet, and the abyss"--WHOA!
Serious creativity in music and turntables. You know it's getting funky when you have a hard time changing up your dance when the beat drops.....
The ex was very pleasant and actually danced with us, making everybody impressed with his extreme green laser pointer that Steve Wozniak gave him (you don't have to believe me, but yes, they hang out--they play Segway Polo together on Sundays
). I brought 6 bottles of wine and rolled up there in my trippy scarf and diamonds and emerald.
HA! At one point the moon was too beautiful, and C and I laid on the ground and did hip opening postures, much to Nick's surprise and delight. Haha, and yes it sure was weird when I decided to give the ex a bottle of wine, and he acted touched, and I said, "Whatever, this is NOTHIN'! It don't mean SHIT to me, I didn't pay for it!" (before I left for work my boss, the president of the company, said, "take all you want!" from the wine grab-boxes) just before it got too warm-hearted
Everyone was amused.
Ahh, good times, then I crashed at my office and I'm about to head to the winery, to pour wine for a bunch of drunken people ready to party down and have fun!
Then Chris and I are going to dinner, then to Best Buy to window shop for my next camera. I showed him the various models I was interested in, and he told me it was imperative that I
hold the cameras in my hand before purchasing, because I might not like the button configuration. I said I'd get used to it, but he said "trust me." So I'm trusting him and listening! Ain't no one can ever say I don't take my friends' advice!
have a fantastic weekend and I'll come visit my friends' diaries when I can! HUGS!
And he brought his mom's old jewelry, WOW she has QUITE a collection of pieces, holy crap! 
This is a false reading and I expect it to go down as long as I eat lightly this weekend--wish me luck!
At the end of class I struck a conversation with her to make her feel more comfortable, I think I said, "Man am I hungry!" and it went from there. People in Yoga classes, I swear, even in friendly-ass Santa Cruz, can be real quiet and not very friendly (I noticed). I try to make it a point to at least say "Hi" to the regulars I see, shit!
