Why is a man who invented an artificial heart that doesn't work the pitchman for a heart medication?

Not getting the connection....

Took a ride

took a swim

took a picture (where I was swimming)


Stopped on the way home for a sandwich

Forgot my underwears were hanging out of my back pocket

An average day

I saw a little old man today. When I looked at him just the right way I saw the kinky little devil he really was deep inside. I wonder and hope people will be able to see me that way some day. In this youth obsessed culture were so quick to throw away years of experience.

One of my best friends was driving across Iowa with his grandma. She was having some senior moments now and then. Out of the clear blue sky she pointed out a house in a town she had lived in previously. She told my friend how her and grandpa had attended wife swapping parties there in the 1940's. My friend didn't over-react or anything and she kept filling in funny stories from the crazy sex filled days of her youth. Later, when my friend made a comment about one of the stories, she told him he was crazy, that none of those things had happened. He knew better.

I hope I have some stories to shock my niece and nephew when I get older.

I went on a bike ride this evening that KICKED MY ASS (I said kicked MD) It makes me wonder.....if I like it so much, why do I do it so seldom.

Well.....that goes for a lot of things in my life! HA

A low of 43 tonight....good snugling weather.

Just like anything you really look foreward to, there is always a post festival letdown. Everyone works so hard and BOOM....it's over. The gray drizzly day just compounds the issue and I'm sure the massive amounts of illicit chemicals are trying to exit my poor body. But.....the memories. And the PIC'S!

Will share some later......uuuggghhhhhh gray....gray

Looking back on this long weekend of fornication and frivolity.

The last guests have just departed and I'm looking at striped beds and piles of towels. I just had to set a spell and reflect on the weekend. When I quiet myself in this manner I say I am looking for a sign. One of my friends had burned a Lucinda Williams cd for me and I was listening to it as I worked. I heard the song "I'm learning how to live" and it really describes my weekend.

The "official" event was an absolute and tremendous hit. Thousands more people than last year, great vendor support. The highlight event (a harbor cruise lovingly called the "fruit float" sold out completely for the first time. (Hey you try cramming 500 drunk gay and lesbian revelers on a boat and you'll see it's harder than it looks...HA) It was all around wonderful.

Unofficialy....it was an eye opener for me. I let myself go places I haven't for years. I drank too much, talked to loudly, made out with any hottie I could. I groped strangers and got groped. I danced half naked with a completly naked guy at a party (if you could call it dancing...HA) (yes MD...I'll get pictures)
In other words.....I'm learning how to live.

My way and without regret.
Permission granted!

The high homosexual holy days (gay pride) are upon us. Here in my town we celebrate in the fall.

I will be back monday with stories.

BIG KISS

Inside the Dioclesian palace



The city of Split is built around this palace constructed around the year 320. It was abandoned about 100 years later so people built houses in it (it's about 4 square blocks) So odd to look at a building that old as part of a modern city.

I kept saying I was going to get up early and take pictures. It didn't happen which is testimony to the good times we had every night.

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I posted this pic so you could see the pretty water.

My Croatian beach on the sunny island of Hvar
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The water was slightly cool. Perfect for me but too cool for my traveling companions. I wish I'd spent more time on the beach