Weekends are Strong Beginnings

Music has been exchanging nice and freely, thanks to Dropbox and well informed individuals with good taste (Pablo, Gorlick, and Curt).

I type and listen to new stuff.

Yesterday, was a damn good day of ultimate. We won the first two, and lost the last game. I need to keep pushing myself to step up to my potential. I love the camaraderie, the competition, the athleticism, and the mental agility. I will definitely be playing in Austin--my goal is to get damn good at the sport.

Last night I played some poker with the boys from ultimate. Poker was after we all went to my favorite burger joint in Condesa. We rolled about 10 deep to the restaurant. I was the first to lose in poker. WE then went to the roof and smoked Cohibas and watched the makings of some wild fire on a distant mountain. I then road my bike home around 12 or so.

When I got home I chopped it up with Italians that are visiting.

I went to sleep.

Woke up at 9, and packed my guitar bag like a backpack---guitar, water, food, music, and some picks.

I loaded the dogs in the car, filled up the tank and added some injector cleaner, and headed out to Desierto de los Leones. I hit the trail, and got a good sweat going. the dogs frolicked. We stopped for water. I ran my hand over old stone walls, long since forgotten--the green moss broke off in small chunks of velvet carpet. I stopped and played some guitar, and then moved on. We careened down a hillside, and then made our way to an open road. I wandered down to the old shack where an elderly indigenous lady and her husband make quesadillas. I had three: ongos, chorizo, and papas. She asked where I was coming from, and how I liked the forest. I tipped her an extra ten pesos. Post lunch, I made my way to a meadow, and played a little guitar. Bugs were about, and one bit me on my forehead. I packed it up after a few songs, and we headed out. We got a little twisted around on our route, but I continued to trust my instincts, and both times I started down a wrong path, I felt the incorrectness, and corrected it.

I bumped some of the new music, courtesy of Marissa, and coasted out of the woods to the tune of "Wide Eyes" by Local Natives.

I love my truck, I love my dogs, and I love my life. This is a damn good Sunday. Now I am relaxing in my bed, and thinking good thoughts.

Cheers.