On Sunday, we had only one mission: Lawn Party. We told everyone to meet us at four, and by six the porch was packed with snacks and booze and Slyph's Red Healing Potion, which I drank all night. I brought Noam Chopsky out and let everyone give it a try. Around Midnight, a band spontaneously formed, with Leaping Lynx on sax, the Pope on guitar, and Perkusi on drums. We didn't think it would matter, since most summer Sundays the Baptist church across the street has concerts on their steps. Everything was great until a certain attendee, who shall remain nameless, decided it would be wise to strip down nekkid and run up and down the street screaming, an activity which soon drew the attention of a passing officer. Fortunately, indecent exposure seems to be a ticket offense.

The next day, Memorial Day, we went to breakfast at the Zephyr and then folks hung out at our place until they had to leave. As soon as the last ones were gone, I rode Noam over to Kabuto's house, where we had a BBQ with Piloto, E-D, Thomas and his g/f Erica, Thomato, and Paul.

Thomas was also sporting a tat done by Piloto, and the lines and shading were done very well. This does not bode well for the whiteness of my skin.

Erica was a member of C.H.U.N.K. 666 when she was in college. She's in the movie. We talked a bit about freak-bikes.

Kabuto tried to ride Noam, but the thing is, he doesn't know how to ride a bike at all. We decided he'd better start with a regular bike. He also kept trying to convince me to fight him, as he had just been watching Fight Club. He said he wanted to fight me because he loved me. That seems to be the point of that movie. I'm not sorry I missed it.

Paul showed up with a huge shiner- on the way over, he had cut some PR guy off, and then for some reason decided to stop his car to talk to the fellow. The fellow didn't have anything to say except a punch in the face. Poor Paul- he's your soft-spoken Polish-American stoner type- it was really odd to hear him say, "Yeah, dude, I'm totally okay, it's just one of those things, maaan" and then call his mom and ask her in Polish to schedule a dentist appointment for his chipped tooth. Piloto and Kabuto wanted to go kick some "chuleta" ass (again with the Fight Club fever), but Thomas wisely said, "Forget about it. Somebody picked on that guy when he was a kid and he will be miserable for the rest of his life because of it." So we went back to my place and smoked his troubles away.