In case youre sitting at your computer, and marveling at the fact that your jaw just hit your keyboard with such force that you actually broke some keys, the source of this sorted amazingness is right here.

Andrew sent me an email that contained a gem that could very well be the most awesome offering of all times;

"Hey man, thanks for helping me avoid the bummer life. Here is a return of the favor. A short cartoon strip involving a test of manhood, chest hair, and drumming that all ends in a happy Mustache!

Please for all thats good and right, click here."

My second favorite birthday offering was the one from Nick thats made by The Brown Corporation.
I told him that as soon as I was finished with them, one would be en route to both of my jr. high school assistant principals directly.

Now Im sure youre all beside yourselves with suspense to know what a fella like me does with a single weekend and the power to rule the world. Ill sum it up as concisely as possible.

Firstly, I snuck the balls onto the bottom of Blacksocks van.

Ordinarily that would have been enough for me, but Demonika had bigger and better plans. The first of which included dining at my very most favorite restaurant in San Francisco.

Its called The Blue Plate and they not only have cold Oly in a can, and the nicest art collection of any eatery in The City, but they have a Pork Brazed meatloaf that will make you crap angel wings.
From there we adjourned to The Zeitgeist bar, where a hodge podge of folks Ive known over the last 20 years were assembled.
Folks I went to college with, folks I messengered with, folks Ive raced bikes with. You name a specific part of my life and there was someone from it, there.

The few people who didnt make it are no longer my friends.

You know who you are....

Anyhow, there was also a bouncer there who sounded and looked just like Chris Farley, but kindof a Mission hipster version, and every time he yelled at us, I began laughing, because if I didnt know better Id say he was actually imitating Chris Farley, right down to the randomly agitated hand gestures.
Even though I was unable to get a shot of him, I did take some others..

This is Jake and his wife Emily. Jake was the one who originally introduced me to the folks at Swobo all of those many years ago.

He also once told me an incredible story which I will relate to you now.
Back in the late 80s Jake roadied for a punk band that was on Dischord records who some of you might be familar with that were called 'Soulside'. Well, while they were on tour in Holland, a fella that theyd met invited them to stay at his flat. During their stay there, their host received a postcard from a friend of his who happened to be traveling around the United States. The ironic part was not that hed sent the card from Jakes home town, which was a little spec on the map in Vermont, though that would be somewhat random on its own. No, the really crazy part of the story was when upon closer inspection of the photograph, Jake took note that walking down the main street there, plain as day, happened to be his own mother.

If you were to vomit up a randomly selected cross section of the last 20 years of my life into a bar, this is what it would look like.

This is 6'7" and The Russian looking like theyre about to fight, but they were just having a conversation about what its like to be giants in a land of average sized people.

My Sacramento peeps came through in a big way with an appearance of Amigo number two and three.

Things started to get sloppy when realized Id spilled a bunch of Man-Sour on my shirt.

Grandpawz and Demonika held each other upright.

The following day we made our way to the mountain bike spot, where the blue flame was burning brightly.

Devon saw this root and said she imagined boy scouts working furiously to polish its exposed section.

Because it was my birthday weekend, Id make people stop periodically and begin talking about all of the things they liked the most about me. Obviously theyre super into it.

Despite the fact that its double track, this here section is my very most favorite trail in Marin. Its full of rollers, and a couple of spring crossings. Theres a fast, rocky descent and during the Winter and early Spring, three or four creek crossings.
Its the kind of spot that youd like you have your ashes sprinkled around.

So from there we all bailed in different directions, to find more drinks and dinner which ultimately resulted in crashing headlong into bed at about a million miles an hour.

The next day while I was running around The City I stopped by Big Daves house, but this was all I saw of him;

Then I went to the book store and bought a copy of "No Regrets. The Best, Worst & Most #$%*ing Rediculous Tattoos Ever".

The Patrick Swayzerainbowcenataur is pretty sweet, but Im still wildly hung up on the 'Hug Life' tattoo, or even more so, my new favorite, the 'I got dragged beneath a car' tattoo, surprisingly neither of which were included in the book.

Anyway, eventually I was able to track down Jason Jagel and guilt him into taking me to the gallery for a solo viewing of his new show, and while we were on our way, I took this picture;

If you look closely, youll notice a small square on the ground in front of Jasons front wheel. Just as I took this picture, he grabbed a hand full of brake and yelled 'Polaroid!'

We stopped and this was what we found;

Oh my god... Could this weekend get any better?

Once inside the gallery, we drank it all in..

I got one of the first glances at his new book, which really is a sight to behold, and if youre like me and have a penchant for art books that you cant afford, I recommend for you to get your hands on a copy, lickity damn split. Upon realizing that he had in fact remembered to thank me in the credits, he became so excited that he socked me in the arm with such force I was nearly brought to my knees.

And with that, the sun began to set on 72 hours with out a smidge of bummer life in sight.
Now were off to Vegas, to begin a whole new round of liver punishment and what not.

Keep it tuned here, as were getting set to somehow bring you a blow by blow thats so totally packed chock full of information that your brain will like, maybe completely explode.

Before we bid our farewell, Id like to let you all know of a pretty cool idear weve got cranking at the Swobo site. Were giving customers a voice now, and if youve got an opinion on some of our product, feel free to get on there and write about it. If youve got a rave, rave. If youve got a rant, then by all means do that. Ultimately, that information will serve other folks to help them make a qualified decision. We can also utilize your critique in order to make our products the absolute highest quality we can.. So get over there and sound off.

If I can round up some computer time, Ill jump in here and check up on you all from time to time, but if that doesnt happen, I trust that you all will keep the home fires burning until our return.

Ooooohhhhhyyyeeeahhhh.. And in the midst of all of the chaos, I almost forgot to mention this upcoming freakout;

Where are my manners?

Have a good week everybody.
And with that... Im out.