if god kept a weblog, where would he host it?
From Friday night's rainstorm:

"Katie: Hey you guys, look at that cloud, it looks like a big penis... and it's making a mess!
Dave: Usually when it rains, they say it's god's tears...
Kat: Um... yeah... that's gross, I don't even want to think about it.
Murray: Wait... that's not a mess, that's a butt!
Kat: It's not a butt, it's a sheep! Are you saying god's gay?
Justin: That'd make sense what with the clergy and all...
Katie(??): If god were gay, would he be a top or a bottom?
Dave(??): Probably a bottom.
Kat: What are you talking about? He likes fucking people over so much I'm sure he's a top. (pause) We're all going to hell.
Justin: I'm sure the pope just woke up screaming.
Murray: The pope just woke up and wondered, why does my ass hurt?"

Play Fair
Justin's out of town this weekend so I've spent the last day over at Katie and Murray's house remembering what it's like to be in a home with roomies and not semi-domesticated. Was good refreshment. Saturday morning I got up and biked to the market to commission a new skirt for my Garb closet. Once I got together with Murray, Colie, & Katie at their place, we went to the Country fair a la LTD. Quite the place to be on Saturday, apparently! I would have bought tickets for today too, but they're ungodly expensive. Still, the fair *is* an experience. I was almost disappointed at my apathy. A few years ago, I would have gone ballistic at the opportunity to take place in something so rife with magic... something so fae. But yesterday I was an observer. Not neccesarily an outsider but I just accepted what I saw. I didn't really play. I feel bad for not getting more into it. I certainly exceeded the level of normalcy of a greater number of people at the fair. By the end of the day though, I was several pendants and a few body paints richer so I fit in better. Katie and I were quite tempted to remove our shirts and get our breasts body painted and run free like little fairies but we didn't find the good body paint booth until later in the day and by then it was a bit too late to be affordable.

I can't believe the fairgrounds though. Talk about incredible.... winding loops and paths and streams... and booths built into trees and knolls and groves. An amazing place, truly. So many people there were really into it, letting it all go in eclectic mix of bodies, costumes, and props. It was really great... next year I'll get more into it, dress as strangely as possible. It was a unique experience. I'm not sure Justin would be that into it... it was like a ren faire but a bit more hippie. Something I would play at but might be too fae for him. I'm still sad he missed it.

Afterwards, we BBQed at Murray/ Katie's house and about fifteen people came over bringing hoardes of food and drink. God, there were about twenty hamburgers, sausages, fish, portabella mushrooms, veggie burgers, chicken, mashed potatoes, potato salad, corn on the cob, zucchini, cookies, etc etc etc... We all got a little sloshed and stoned and sat around talking in the living room and on the porch for hours. It was good not to feel lonely with Justin out of town. I'm glad I know I can make it on my own. ^^ It was so satisfying to be with friends that I'm really comfortable with. I haven't felt this close or accepted within a group since high school.

People crashed pretty early and I went to sleep on the couch around two. In the morning, we cleaned up an bit and made beer pancakes with some leftover Henrys. (Didn't want to waste the guiness ^^) I'm home and just hanging out for now; nother BBQ at Sara's tonight and perhaps time for a swim beforehand. Ahh summer, you do treat me well sometimes. Don't leave too soon.