So camping was great this year. I spent many hours completely carefree, letting anything I ever ws worried about die a slow death at the bottom of the lake. (The allusion I am trying to use there is that they um sunk and then drowned, not that I was at the bottom of the lake. ) ( i don't try to be too literarily elegant on this blog) The party on Monday was quite lovely as well, with absolutely nothing going wrong and everyone astounded at the brilliant and original idea to hire Craig the jazz pianist to play for us. I personally liked the cake too, and was glad to reacquaint myself with the Lipsys.

All my friends are back in town again! (but let us not forget that Melissa just left for Pittsburg today. She needs to stay here) A came into town on Monday, but didn't come to the party, and then furthermore did not come to visit not just me but everyone else at the campsite. He says he had "things to do". He did too, I will allow; he had to present the same workshop at Marriage Camp four or five times. The Meat Market was being held in Hastings this year at a place called Meetyouroneandonly (named after an Indian Tribe), so he had a long drive, and also was not getting paid. I guess they think that being given a free chance to hook up with a nice girl is payment enough. Move fast Aaron! You only have one day!