4.25.2004
Nighttrain and the Rock and Roll Girls
Rising with the rising sun but expecting something entirely different tomorrow when I get up in a hotel in Kuala Lumpur and take the second leg of a two-day flight to India. Wish me luck.
Meantime I am leaving you in the hands of Tommy "kiss-of-the-dragon, furry-badger-with-mange-died-and-affixed-itself-to-my-scalp" Nixon (you can call him Nighttrain) and the deliciously daring, the stunningly salacious Miss Marie.
Nighttrain shall remain a mystery, but suffice it to say if he does indeed blog as promised I will rejoice and get all giddy and happy because he's a good friend from old and rather ridiculously random like me. He is also less than six degrees from anyone you can name. Kevin Bacon schmakon. Please egg him on because he is an egghead. And I stole the badger line from him.
Lovely Marie and I met on a ski trip not long ago, but quickly fell in together as partners in crime, beginning with a rather long and questionable "hike" (i.e. slide) down the mountain where we really should not have been. I will tell you someday when we're all sitting around drinking wine, of which she is rather fond. She knows how to say Rothschild.
Miss Marie is French, yet she has never heard the song "There's a place in France" (which Chuck and I have regaled her on). But she can belt out southern rock and simmers her sultry way through David Bowie. This girl would melt your heart. You can't meet her, she is mine. But at least you can read her.
I don't know what they will write about, but they have free rein on this site for the next couple of weeks. They have not blogged before but , I asked them to write mostly because I just want to see what they will write. Anyway, if there are any technical problems please be nice. They are the kind of people who usually are too busy contemplating the universe or rioting to bother with silly things like the Internet. All the more reason I want to read them, and you should too.
Finally as an aside, I had hoped to post a picture of the smashing backpack I will be taking, but not sure I have time--still have a few things to pack. The point not being my brilliant packing skills, but to say thank you to the massively wonderful Chuck who was willing to let me take it. Here I was ready to buy a backpack, not wanting to, and he saves the day. He taught me how to snowboard with the patience of Job and now this. Seriously racking up some good karma. I gotta see what they got in India for him.
Awright, having gushed, I gotta go...India awaits. Peace out.
Meantime I am leaving you in the hands of Tommy "kiss-of-the-dragon, furry-badger-with-mange-died-and-affixed-itself-to-my-scalp" Nixon (you can call him Nighttrain) and the deliciously daring, the stunningly salacious Miss Marie.
Nighttrain shall remain a mystery, but suffice it to say if he does indeed blog as promised I will rejoice and get all giddy and happy because he's a good friend from old and rather ridiculously random like me. He is also less than six degrees from anyone you can name. Kevin Bacon schmakon. Please egg him on because he is an egghead. And I stole the badger line from him.
Lovely Marie and I met on a ski trip not long ago, but quickly fell in together as partners in crime, beginning with a rather long and questionable "hike" (i.e. slide) down the mountain where we really should not have been. I will tell you someday when we're all sitting around drinking wine, of which she is rather fond. She knows how to say Rothschild.Miss Marie is French, yet she has never heard the song "There's a place in France" (which Chuck and I have regaled her on). But she can belt out southern rock and simmers her sultry way through David Bowie. This girl would melt your heart. You can't meet her, she is mine. But at least you can read her.
I don't know what they will write about, but they have free rein on this site for the next couple of weeks. They have not blogged before but , I asked them to write mostly because I just want to see what they will write. Anyway, if there are any technical problems please be nice. They are the kind of people who usually are too busy contemplating the universe or rioting to bother with silly things like the Internet. All the more reason I want to read them, and you should too.
Finally as an aside, I had hoped to post a picture of the smashing backpack I will be taking, but not sure I have time--still have a few things to pack. The point not being my brilliant packing skills, but to say thank you to the massively wonderful Chuck who was willing to let me take it. Here I was ready to buy a backpack, not wanting to, and he saves the day. He taught me how to snowboard with the patience of Job and now this. Seriously racking up some good karma. I gotta see what they got in India for him.
Awright, having gushed, I gotta go...India awaits. Peace out.
