am here at the house while mary cavorts with a girlfriend in santa fe.

her presence at 10K waves this weekend -- while well-deserved --mocks me. especially as i gaze at the l.l.bean fly fishing 2004 catalog that magically appeared in our mailbox this week. my soul longs for the pecos. perhaps less so for the lawson's thorax callibaetis fly on p. 26. regardless, this piece of direct mail has me so fired up for the camaraderie, the adventure, the subplots and backstories of mountain ball, the pepsi and the scrabble that awaits us. (will we encounter a new word that drives us to create yet another blog site?)

kris -- could this be the year that you complete our harley riding triumvirate? aside from the sheer thrill and adrenaline that comes from the ride, you would empower us to ride in our patented "flying v" formation. the menacing formation we enjoyed oh so briefly with jefe on that fateful cloudy saturday in 2002. one more benefit: the adoration of skank chicks at every allsup's between albuquerque and los alamos. ok. one more benefit. looking like gazoo from the flintstones as you wear a giant white rented cycle helmet. cooooooooool.