Are you restless like me?

Tomorrow is Maifest up in the Muir woods.

We'll be going to a little clubhouse thing in the forest filled with drunk old German men and college kids.
And we will have a blast, complete with polka dancing.
And chicken dancing.
And doing the pretzel.
And the great march.
Lots of dancing.
We'll eat some Bratwurst and Kirschkuchen and watch them do the Mai Pole dance, and maybe the lumberjack dance.
We will giggle at the leiderhosen and be jealous of the pretty dresses.
We will avoid stepping on little kids.
We will not go for a walk in the woods, not even to see a flying squirrel.
We will not see any famous actors, no matter what Erker says.
We might buy lemonade from the creepy kids at the top of the giant hill we have to walk up to get out.
We will blast crappy music and sing really loudly to annoy Erker.
We will roll down all the windows and play mariachi songs at stop lights.
We might offer the bridge toll collector gum or other forms of candy.

And throughout the week we will break out in chicken dances and do the pretzel and annoy/confuse people.

Because that's what you do when you go to Maifest with Mr. Erker for a German Club field trip.
Well, that's what we did last year. I hope it's just as great this time around.


I went to the beach today with my mom, Manda, Christina, Crystal, Susan, and Jenny. All six of us, the old gang. "The Girls." The ride there was fun as we reminisced and listened to all our favorite local bands. But when we got there they just "tanned" and we decided guys are stupid, and that's about it. I didn't put any sunscreen on and I started to get pink, so I went back to the car early. By the time they came up I was back to my usual stark-white color. Oh well. Maybe my farmer's tan is a school spirit curse. I got to see my favorite sign ever, though. It says "DUMP NO RUBBISH" and I love it.