Gone Fishin'

Ok, here are the trip details...

First, fifteen of us are leaving tomorrow for Palm Springs for the Coachella Valley Music Festival. Saturday and Sunday we will be pounded with twelve hours worth of music in the desert sun. We rented a nine-bedroom house where the evenings will be filled with checkers and soft jazz while drinking Franzia blush.

Here's are some of the bands in the line-up:

• Nine Inch Nails
• New Order
• Gang of Four
• The Faint
• Wilco
• Weezer
• Cold Play (bleech)

What's the deal with Cold Play? I don't know, maybe I'm just being a snob, but for cryin' out loud, these guys are about as spicy and flavorful as English cuisine. Maybe I'll head back to the house a little early and tap the Franzia box.

Then, on Monday, three of us are taking off to Cabo San Lucas for 5 days.

In no particular order there will be fishing, snorkling, surfing, dune-buggy riding, sea-kayaking, women oggling and Cinco de Mayo celebrating. I'll make sure to take some pictures, because as everyone knows (the same everyone that Andrew Sullivan always refers to in backing up hyperbole), I look super-hot with a tan.

Take care of Kyle while I'm gone. Come by, shout hello, and make sure he keeps the place tidy. Well, I told him he is allowed to have a party, but no cops, no drugs, no Cold Play and make sure he keeps the plastic on the furniture. See you Monday the 9th!

Hugs, Wet Kisses, Steamy Love and Hairgrease,
Ten Fingers, 6 Strings