Red wine and Italian specialty cheese made with porter

....is what's on the menu tonight for Sue's fine blog experience up on her hill overlooking the Skagit. I can't help but feel I am a writer who has vacationed off to a far away land, paid a grand sum to rent a fine little mountain cabin with a view, and has comissioned herself to type away as she consumes wine and fancy Irish cheese into the wee hours of the morning. This is actually kind of a true story. Is it wrong that I look foward to this time in my evening every night before bed? I think not.

Quiet time at this house is 10 pm. Guests are encourgaed to sleep out in the yard in the summer. We have a double back yard which doubles for double privacy. Imagine a figure 8 backyard that is figure eighted by shrubs and trees. Louis is downstairs pecking away at his laptop too, awaiting his time to roll out Nicole's sleeping bag under the stars in our double back yard.

Last night feels like a dream I shared with people I am friends with. It's surrealism makes me think of what it must be like to trip acid with people. You leave the Planet Earth for a little while and come back after several long winding hours in a stupor of wondering what just happened. We walked along the Swinomish Channel (correct me if I am wrong, locals) until the houses whose lives we were spying on ended and we descended to our own private beach. The story Andrew told me of getting lost in a boat in the dense fog set the tone for the evening for some reason. I felt like I was encased in something like a dream-fog for those hours we encircled and ate and drank and chanted and strummed and smoked and talked and massage-trained and got naked and dabbled in the cold sound, all around a pallet-board fire. Even waking after sleeping for 3 hours to ride my bike 10 miles back to town was part of the dream. Work was work. I am impressed with how well I handled it off of only 3 hours of sleep. The potluck this evening was where we all collectively awoke from the dream to figure out what really happened.

Or did it?