When One Door Closes...

...one goes to Glasgow!!! I have decided that since my run-in with a rather large Samoan lad at Burning man has put me out of commision for a month,

I am going to get the heck outta dodge and head off to Scotland for a couple of weeks of R & R. Where else can one sit on their arse in a pub and watch the rain fall? Okay, maybe Seattle but I don't have any friends there and since I do have one who was kind enough to host my little mope-fest/convelescence, I thought "what the heck!" I went to Scotland two years ago, but never quite made it over to Glasgow. This is one of Europe's most populous cities, with an insane night life and even more insane people. Hopefully, I will be able to understand the dialect or "Glasweigan" as it is called, and get some of the live music scene under my belt. I have to remember to stay off my foot as much as possible and I'm thinking that the local pub and a few books will aide in my recovery. I will have access to a computer so hopefully I can dowload photos as I go. Otherwise, we'll have to wait until I get back. I leave tomorrow on Aer Lingus, the Irish airline, through Dublin and arrive Monday morning at 10:20 U.K. time. If I'm lucky, I'll spot Gerard Butler having a pint at his local and talk him into marrying me. Laters!!!

Crash.....into me.

Well, here is the only photo I have of myself at Burning Man....so FAR! This is the day I met a fabu chick named Crash, and when I thought I lost my camera for good, I get an e-mail from this amazing girl telling me that she has it and is sending it to me tout'de suite! This is the power of the playa at it's best. Man. So, for you non-believers out there, this is why I go to Burning Man. When I get my camera back I will write my stories. For now, I am out of work for a month due to a rather large Samoan chap mistaking my foot for a dance floor. Ouch. Funny, he has absolutely no idea. Ah, the Playa taketh and the Playa giveth away!