This weekend was loads of fun. My birthday was on Friday so I got to spend it with a big group of friends at the Greek theatre at UC Berkeley for the Alt-J/Tycho show. Afterwards we all walked/danced across campus like we were college kids, then down to Shattuck Ave where we ate at this bbq joint and played drinking games until everyone had to catch the train back to the city.
The next day Trey and I drove up north and camped in the back of the truck next to the Russian river. The dogs chased each other through the woods and then Jack ran off when it got dark. Someone down the way yelled that they had him…bet they gave him a hot dog. I didn’t ask. He’s always on hot dog patrol when we go camping. He can’t resist. People always say the same thing “what a friendly dog!”…yeah, yeah he knows how to work it…waits until it gets dark then walks around campsite to campsite flashin’ that hot dog smile to see what he can get.
There’s no place like being on the road. I love the freedom of it all. Driving wherever, sleeping wherever. Living, feeling alive. Moving forward, being in the thick of whatever gets thrown at you. Short trips, long trips it doesn’t matter. Different countries, another town, I’m always down. It’s not the life everyone craves, but it’s the life I’ve come to know and love. Gotta do what makes your soul feel good.
You know what’s nice? Knowing the carnitas you slow cooked last night in that lime-citrus marinade that’s so good are waiting for you for dinner tonight. Hay hay. Not a bad start to the week, right? Anyone else dream of dinner before you’ve even had breakfast? Just me? Alright.
Hope you all had a happy, rad weekend as well.