i been fixin' ta get these picture up fer y'all

ALMOST HEAVEN...almost

everyone should go to west virginia. right now. it's one of the most beautiful states i've seen and a place i called home for five years. and if you insist on making fun of the state, i assure you that your jokes will be more potent if you spend some time there.

over memorial day weekend, a bunch of my freinds and i went back to morgantown for revenge. good times, for sure... boatin', shootin' guns, fishin', drankin', and gittin' rowdy.

ian was kind enough to drive amanda, bailey, and me back and play tour guide through lesser known weston, wv. we were able to get the inside track on real life in the middle of the state with such memorable insights as, "a guy named doodle lives there. he's a real scumbag."

night one: stayed in clarksburg, posed with every trans am we could find, and raided goodwill .

because it is a point of personal pride, i feel inclined to mention that i got some cowboy boots for 2 bucks.

ended up being lucky enough to spend 2 days on the stonewall jackson lake, a stunning place where the water meanders through rolling green mountains. not a telephone pole in sight. awesome.

when we were thoroughly finished appreciating natural beauty, we headed to morgantown, wv, home to west virginia univeristy and several of our old friends who still remember stories about us we wish they'd forget.

enjoyed some light reading and a heavy lunch in the company of the famous logan hall.




once night fell, it was time to hit up aptly named high street, a.k.a. the hub of morgantown nightlife. walked into gibbies and found my old employer (gibbie) plopped down in his usual barstool hitting on college girls 30 years his junior. he glanced at me as if we'd seen each other yesterday, smiled, and said, "do you want to write on somebody?" i did, actually. funny he should ask. i nodded with conviction and he pointed down the bar. "there's some dude passed on the prep table in the kitchen. someone will give you a marker." so i went back... GOT IN LINE(!) and left my mark.

when in rome...

made the obligatory stop at bent willey's (the megabar and anti-hipster establishment) and saddened by the changes, bounced early. i did manage, however, to run into the creepy old man that has never missed a bumpin night on the dance floor, weekdays included. seriously, this guy is spending his retirement scoping college booty. must be keeping him young, because he looks exactly the same as he did six years ago... my freshman year. our first dance...


NOTE: the creepy old man is in the top photo, NOT to be confused with the incomparable joe white... bunkmate.... the next morning was beautiful and sunny. i just love waking up at the friend's inn.

most of our posse hit the road monday to head back to the apple, but we just weren't done yet. headed south in I-79 one last time to do some wierd last minute things.

we are now accepting travel buddy applications for memorial day roadmasters 'o8. git 'em in early, y'all.