I love music, especially live music, and I really really love free live music!
So I consider myself lucky to live so close to a large club that has really bad sound insulation. All I have to do is hang around outside and I can hear the music. Maybe even better than inside because it’s not pounding into my brain like a jet engine. OK, I added that part because I really wish I were inside, but for free it’s a pretty darn good deal.

Anyway, I’m not going to say what band was playing (because I don’t want the kids finding this blog on Google) but lets just say they are very heavy rock, OK?
Because of this there was an added bonus to the free music… I got to watch all the people who drank too much get tossed out of the club, and pass out, or puke. It was like watching cops with the stereo turned up to 11 at the same time!
One guy was so wasted his buddy asked some other people to help pick him up and put him in his car, but when they did his pants and underwear almost came all the way off.  He wasn’t my type so I didn’t bum out, but he did… or more accurately, his bum came out. LOL
And then this other guy came busting out of the club screaming! He was in the mosh pit with sandals on and got his big toenail ripped off… Ouch!
About 2/3rds of the way through the show there was a steady stream of people leaving. I didn’t understand why until I heard the PA cut out a bunch of times. That usually means either the wires got crossed (not likely) or the amps are overheating!
The people who lasted till the end looked the worst coming out of the club. Drenched in sweat and nearly gasping for air.
Score another point for hanging outside, just wish I was selling snow cones that night.

-Chris

I’ve been working very hard this holiday season to not do the typical holiday things.
There were no Santa Clauses at the nude beach the other day, lots of jingling balls but thankfully no jingle bells! I don’t hate Christmas, I just hate the pressure people put on themselves to have a good one. Reminds me of bad sex. Imagine trying to get a hard-on with a gun to your head. …Yea, it’s kinda like that.
Anyway, the weather was great and the people were many. I think all the other nudists knew this warm air is all going to blow south on Wednesday night, and we’ll be left in the 40’s trying to coax our little turtle heads to come out and play.

-Chris

A close friend of mine invited me to go camping with him the past two days. He told me this campground was close to the nude beach we like to go to so that would be part of the trip as well.

Now this is all a good thing, but if you know Florida then you know: If the campground is near the beach, then there’s gona be no-see-ems!
No-see-ems are tiny little biting flies that suck blood like mosquitoes, but they’re more annoying because you cant see or hear them till it’s too late.

Not to worry, he assured me. These are cabins! They have fire-pits, BBQ grills, porch swings, bunk beds, and AC!!
In Florida language Air Conditioning = NO BUGS! I was sold.

It was fun! On the first night we had a great fire. The secret is in the wood. I’ve been car camping enuff to know that the wood they sell at the campground is rarely ready to burn. It’s usually round (unsplit) and  sometimes wet because it was just cut down recently. They get their $5 bucks and collect the wood to sell again the next day because the frustrated campers leave it behind.
The best wood is cut thin, dry, and free. I have a secret supply of pallets that meet all these requirements, and they burn oh so good!

The next day we went to the nude beach. It was an easy bike ride away and on the ride there we found out the supermarket is even closer! It’s funny because when your in this park you’d swear you were in the middle of the woods and not in the middle of a city.

That night, we had our biggest fire yet.  It was a 4 pallet extravaganza that burnt from 5:30 pm till after midnight.
As we went to bed my friend asked me if I would like a massage. I said yes, of course. He knows I’m a sucker for getting my back rubbed …hehehe.
I took off everything except my boxers and laid down on my front. He got on top and went right to work. He’s a good back rubber and knows all my trouble spots, so as my muscles relaxed so did my guard, and I noticed my boxers getting lower and lower. Before too long I was laying bare arsed in the wood cabin. Then it occurred to me, this is just like my Scout Master fantasy! That’s when i felt something warm probe it’s way between my bare buns. Oh my gosh! Yes sir… <Moan>

-Chris

My uncle got us free passes to see the sneak preview of Charlie Wilson’s war. It was an interesting movie.
A little scary too if it really is that easy for just one man to have that kind of control over that much resource and power.

I mean, it wasn’t very nice of the Russian Army to mow down the Afghanistan people the way they showed them doing in the movie with their attack helicopters.
But I couldn’t help but think that we are the new Russian occupiers of Afghanistan now. That thought kept me from cheering too loudly when I saw the Russian helicopters getting shot down. That, plus the fact that I love the models I see on some of the Russian websites.

It pisses me off that we have to fight wars.
I think we have to sometimes because there are power hungry douche bags in the world. So our power hungry douche bags have to send our troups over seas to go after theirs.
But maybe this time our douche bags struck the first blow, so the USA is in the bad?

I don’t know, but I do know two things;

1)  It wasn’t exactly the clear cut feel good movie that Saving Private Ryan was, and…

2)  I can’t wait for 01/09/09

I also know I wana see Sweeney Todd again! That movie rocks!!

-Chris