deadbeat club

Okay, I got my reception-dancing fix for a few months. I think I’m going to have to take belly-dancing classes. Every time I hear “Old Time Rock ‘n’ Roll” from now on, I will think about taking over the dance floor with the forbidden Chicken Dance. I will remember, from now on, that DJs listen when “FREEBIRD!” is shouted. I also learned that there is nothing cuter in the universe than a tiny, drugged-out puppy with bright yellow casts on her two front legs hiding out in someone’s big black bag during a wedding reception. O, and Codrus and Narina got married.

I need a weekend for this weekend. still exists and will continue to exist, for the foreseeable future. I endeavor to be a good and grateful guest on Heath’s server, and not to take his hospitality for granted as I once did to someone else, and always regretted.

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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.