27-30 May 2005

Said Blue, DC Burner, housemate and leaseholder: "Hey, some tickets opened up for Playa del Fuego. Still interested in going? Thirty bucks!"

Said I: "Sure, but I can't go till Saturday."

"Joe's going Saturday afternoon. Why don't you catch a ride with him?"

Saturday afternoon came, and I still had tons needing done, though I did have my room looking somehow clean and the floor mopped. But Blue had left me a Golden Ticket, so what could I do but go along for the ride?

Stop in at the Co-Op for groceries. I don't have any stove, so everything has to be ready-to-eat: soy-"meat" pie for Saturday dinner, falafel sandwich for Sunday breakfast, apples, oranges, trail mix, muesli, a couple of exotic soy drinks and half-a-gallon of soy milk.

Joe got his groceries later on in Middletown, DE: hotdogs, potato chips, breakfast bars, bottled water.

Six p.m.: We arrive at the Vietnam Veterans Motorcycle Club campground....