The fourth of July

The last few days have been nice.

I got to experience the 4th July (Independence for the yanks from us horrible colonial brit scum). It was actually really lovely, i avoided raging nationalist chants of USA USA USAAA and got to meet Jeff's family who live in a multi story log cabin in the middle of a redwood forest. Aside from being a truly wonderful bunch, they fed us delicious non-hotdog related food. It was great. And there were fluffy yorkiepoos (yorkshire terrier x poodle dog) running around.

Saturday we bought things for our home: pots and pans, spatulas, a chopping board and a coffee maker to help in the battle against Starbucks. We arrived home, hungry, to our armenian housemate making a feast of barbecue which was only digestible with the aid of cigarettes on the porch and talk of raccoons.

That night i had nightmares about the pea green seaside house being invaded. People with shotguns. People who could morph into us and shoot us. In these dreams no one was safe and every hiding place crumbled and fell apart.

Jeffrey's good friend Zack took me for sushi and showed me around a few of Santa Cruz's attractions including a point where you could view surfers, waiting by the dozens for a wave like bored sharks. Then i walked through downtown watching the hipsters and sometimes joining them in their activities (talking to a charity worker and inventing a lame reason why i couldn't possibly donate to their save the whale cause while proceeding to walk into the nearest vomit expensive pretentious hipster essential summer 2010 uniform boutique). Shades essential.

<3 peace (bleeeeeeaaarrrghhh!)