so yeah, it seems like everybody got some sort on injury at the july 4 gathering. i woke up so hungover and scarred that i just had to lay low for a while. that one picture of me sitting on the trampoline while everybody covers their mouths in horror is pretty priceless. the next day i looked even worse, because the swelling had started, and what was once just an imprint of the trampoline spring on my forehead became a spring-shaped bruise. i went to work looking like a straight gangsta.

as far as i can tell, i didn't go as late as the rest of y'all, but i still had a great time. i want to thank everybody who cleaned up what might be my barf. and i also want to thank the bands, because i think they helped turn up the intensity a tad.

you know, one day y'all bamas are going to want to move out of that house. when you do, throw a party that will make the newspapers. crash a bus into the living room. get everybody on the trampoline, THEN SET IT ON FIRE.