Down By The River

May 12

We're in a cabin, y'all. It's a hundred years old. Interestingly, there are no drawers in the kitchen-- cupboards galore, but not drawers. We're just across a gravel road from the Watauga river. Earlier today I went down to the river, sat on a rock, and wrote some poetry. Very nice. The cows moo'ed at me, the birds sang, and the breeze rippled the water. Idyllic.

Last night I wrote a thousand words of a new story. I think it's going to be a good one-- very gonzo, very weird, very fun. If I don't get too drunk tonight, I'll try to work on it some more.

Meg's having a graduation party (hence the cabin, which was rented to house and host partygoers). It's mostly family and a few friends. My friend Brian came. I talked to him for hours-- about anime, video games, movies, computers, books. All the mixed media that fascinate us. He just left a few minutes ago, and I'm being anti-social for a while, avoiding the rest of the party. I've had… many beers. But I'm not drunk. At this point, I'm scarcely buzzing. I had the beers at widely spaced intervals, on top of lots of food (assorted dips, fruits, veggies, chips, shrimp cocktail, sandwiches, and other delectables). Still. This is the first day that's really felt like a vacation. Idleness, reading, fun. Even if I am a bit antisocial and sleepy now.

There's another party we might attend later, a big bonfire of an affair. I shouldn't stay up too late-- I have to go to Meg's graduation at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Bleah. I must remember to take a book. It's going to be deadly boring.

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