Harmony Festival @ Sonoma Fairgrounds

[Drunk Monk]

work here is chaos because our mag deadline is right at the same time as our tournament. my boss just had a gradndaughter this weekend and in some perverse need of attention, has ordered the reconstruction of our office. so beyond dealing with the tournament and the deadlines, i'm writing to the sound of power tools and the smell of drywall dust. she saw me and said i looked 'beautiful' referring to the nice strawberry moon tan i earned over friday and saturday, as i chased trippers in that crazy new age hippiefest that is harmony.

don't hate me because i'm beautiful.