Last night, I went over to visit some new friends, Lee and Jeff, at their home tiki bar. It was pretty neat. Sort of a classical (for Phoenix/Tempe) mid-century home, and they had made a backyard bar that had a porthole with video of different beach scenes, a smoking tiki carving with light-up eyes, and also dynamic lighting and a rain effect.

Pretty neat stuff.

Now I have a head full of ideas to do to the house. Then I think, oh wait, that's money. And there's all kinds of supply shortages and price gouging right now. So I don't need to rush anything. I'm going to water my bamboo and see what materials I can grow from that.

Ah yes, and I'm going to try to listen to more music. Let it soak into my brain. It's good for me. 

Still feeling uneven, like a ship on a choppy sea. Not entirely unpleasant, just noticeable. A larger issue in my life, my unstable internet connection, was resolved and now I'm less irritated overall. 

I dreamed of Watson the dog. In my dream, he just trots up like it's no big deal. I say to him, "Hey! You're dead!" Watson gives me a bored look. I say, "Okay, get over here and get your pets." And I pet him.

Dreams like that are puzzling because I want to believe that my self-aware ego is frolicking in my mental playground, it's also entirely possible that I was just dreaming that I knew I was dreaming. Noted, and now I'm moving on.

So very uneven.

Had a great time at Tiki Oasis 2021. Definitely want to go again next year. Met a lot of great people, especially our new favorite Indianapolitans, Bianca and Kobe. Picked up some really cool art for the walls too.

The atmosphere itself was pleasant. We had a room there, so we could wander about with all the convenience of snacks, drinks, and non-public restrooms close at hand. Which was good, because after the first night, my stomach was upset. 

I met a lot of neat people. Tiki enthusiasm cuts a wide swath through many other interests. I met people who had been to the very first San Diego Comic Con, and we swapped stories about the good old days (my first Comic-Con was 2002, when you could still get into panels without waiting in line days before) and man, I forget his name, but we talked about chatting with Ray Bradbury and he said good old Ray sent him a birthday card every year.

I met so many people I hope to see again. Judy and Kevin (from Vegas), and Lee and Jeff (from AZ) and Dave and Chris and Matt, oh, and Camilla. Camilla and Chris were my partners in witty banter. We should get ourselves a podcast. 

I'm still pretty out of it. I don't drink very often these days, and I can't remember the last time I drank two nights in a row. Oh wait, Vegas. Chris and Mishea's wedding. So over a year. I did my walking yesterday and it went okay. The lack of structure was good for me, I think, but it's time to get back to my routine.