Back in Black

After the tumultuous torture of spending 3 days in Coachella with 50,000 people watching great music, enjoying the company of friends from near and far away, followed by 5 days in Cabo San Lucas climbing to the top of Lands End, snorkeling with parrot fish, hitting on women, dancing with crazy new friends, practicing really bad Spanish, and learning how to surf with a tequila hangover, I am back...I am bronzed...and I am moderately insane.

With all the Job-like pain that I endured, I hoped I would come back to this blog, with my sombero and no pants, to find Kyle's wisdom overflowing this blog. Instead, I found this (not really work safe for work) lying in my alley.

I kept hearing my neighbors complain about a man running around our building with a Santa suit, but I thought it was one of those Christmas in July May parties.

Anyway, it's good to be back. I'm refreshed, relaxed, browner, a little hazy and still medium-sized. Let the fun resume.

Just don't let Ian bring his tools. ::shivers:::

You could poke an eye out with that thing...Ian, I mean.