I think this is the longest I’ve gone between entries since starting this journal… anyhow, here’s a summary of the last two weeks:
July 2nd
The Goob had the brilliant idea that we should go to the Giants vs. A’s game on Friday, so I flew home and we headed off to the stadium. We missed the first couple of innings standing in line for beers and dogs, but it was all good. We had bleacher seats, and no sooner had Aaron told me that they never hit home runs when he goes to the game than Bonds cranked one about six rows in front of us. In all the Giants hit something like six dingers, at least ten people were thrown out of our section by security, and they gave us these cool rainbow glasses to watch the fireworks with.
July 3rd
Lounged around all day, played some basketball at night (and got rocked in game two after playing it close in game one) then caught a late night showing of Spider Man 2. All women should be red heads.
July 4th
The Goob worked all day, then at night we went to a Native American sweat lodge ceremony. We were early, and the people who owned the land where the lodge was located were setting off fireworks. The third one they launched hit a tree, veered towards the ground, and lit some grass in a gully on fire. Aaron, fireman in training, was astute — “Um, there’s a fire over there, um, burning… in the grass… the fire.” Meanwhile everyone else ran for hoses and buckets, and disaster was averted. The sweat lodge started really late, lasting for almost two hours until well after midnight. It was an intense experience.
July 5th – 12th
Flew home Monday, and the effects of the sweat lodge really kicked in — I’m not great with heat (imagine that, the guy who loves Alaska and Antarctica) and I was drained all day. By Tuesday the smoke and steam had given me a really sexy voice, and by the time Saturday rolled around I had no voice at all and was reduced to speaking in signs. Julie had fun with that one, and then today at work my voice left me again, allowing the boss to have all sorts of fun at my expense. With luck I’ll soon be capable of communication more advanced than nodding, although I’m not holding out a lot of hope that I’ll be resuming my concert career before the week is over.