Mountian climbed, parents seen, Sundance danced, Haliburton detention facility avoided.

Just back from whirl-wind trip to the Bay Area, where I revisited childhood haunts, danced some with some well-missed friends, made some new ones (one in particular), saw the wonderful weirdness that are the parental units, and remembered what it was like to be cruised... My.. that was fun....


Today, I walked around the Castro for entirely too long waiting for luckykid13 to get out of class so we could hang out. All was fine until I did that Voodoo ritual in front of The Bar On Castro in bonehound's honor.... then, I got some weird looks.

More later... sleep now.

Oh... and I am officially a citizen again, and I will soon even have proof of my birth.