weekend news

our weekend in santa cruz was misty and cold.
the rigg st. barbeque went well, with folks throwing knives at a plywood target and clustering around the cue that is made out of an old oil can for warmth and roasting meat and eating hot potato salad and apple-pecan salad and drinking beer. i drank Shaw and Red Grapefruit juice--a spontaneous concoction i call "rubine widdershins" for no reason other than i like how the words sound.
we stayed at rigg st., slept on the couch, and were annoyed out of our minds as the drunken revelers came home from the rush inn at 2:30 am or so and decided to burn stuff in the back yard and put on music. my just desserts-since how many million times was i among those that stumble home drunk, wake up the house, try to destroy something and pass out in a stained, oily bed? i deserved to be kept away and writhing (I was getting sick) more than any other. drinking that whole bottle of wine didn't help either.