This is what happens when I try to go on vacation: inevitably a server goes down or a deal falls through, or both, and then I have to get on Mark's dialup and deal with stuff, and I get the crazy eyes:

After the unpleasantness, it was quite a great weekend. We got out to see the ocean and stuff, had some excellent breakfasts. Satuday night we caught The Devil Makes Three down at the 3030 club, which was a rockin' good time. Your $7 admission also gets you the right to tailgate in the parking lot, where the action moves from beer to whisky to hash to psychadellic mushrooms to BBQ sausages, and then piling into the warehouse to jump and dance and sing along. What more could a man ask for?

I think I'm going to head out there to live for the summer. The Summer of Jefferson, we'll call it. Oh hells yeah.