The Pilgrimage

Yes, it's been a while my friends. But in the time that has passed since I scratched out a post, I've hardly stopped moving.

I survived a week at the Vegoose music festival in Las Vegas with Pauly, the Joker, and Professional Keno Player Neil Fontenot without succumbing to exhaustion, overdose, or financial ruin. After those festivities, I was home in Los Angeles for a scant 48 hours-- barely enough time to unpack, launder clothes, repack, catch up on Lost and crank out a few freelance pieces with Friday deadlines. Vegoose trip reports are imminent, but they're going to have to wait a few days, since I'm once again sitting in an airport, waiting to get the hell out of Dodge... or in this case, Newark.

I'm making a pilgrimage this week. One of the holy sort for those of us proud enough to call ourselves Pot Committed. I'll be traveling to the beautiful city of Amsterdam, along with a certain Doctor. We'll try to do our best not to pass out in public from space cakes or get rolled by hookers in the Red Light District.

Of course, no trip of mine could go off completely without a hitch. Imagine my tilt yesterday when I realized that I left my wallet in the rental car I drove home from Vegas to Los Angeles. Imagine the mind-bending panic that resulted when I called up Hertz and was told that yes, the guy who rented the car after me found the wallet and was cool enough to call Hertz and let them know that he had it, but had taken off from L.A. in the car for parts unknown. And wouldn't be back until Monday. Aiii fuckin ya. So I leave this country with only a passport and some cash. At least the absence of my credit cards will keep me on a budget.

I'll catch you on the flip side, my friends with further stories and adventures...