Surreal...not the character from Black Jewels...

Trains are funny things, especially if you are arriving somewhere backwards. I just woke up from a mid-afternoon nap that was not so much taken by choice, as forced upon me by my body. After taking a panicky "don't-know-what-time-it-is-what-day-it-is" shower, I realized that it's Sunday, I managed to survive the LIRR ( Long Island Railroad), the Breaking the Silence concert, and some whacked-out sandwiches and that home isn't so bad beacause you can be naked there. events don't seem as 'real' in retrospect if you take a sleep directly afterwards. Concert was boring, except that Duck Adam (of the Adam/James collective) showed up, sans other half (James), and Laura gave me some Pocky. I swear, Nikki and I need to visit an Asian supermarket and stock up on Pocky, and dried mango slices, and all those other snackies we're addicted to, like YanYan, which is like Pocky in reverse. SAHLS people all went to the beach afterwards where we attempted to build a (illegal) bonfire, during which Gina and Jolie, my lovely evening host, wandered off for a walk. This is quite acceptable couples behavior, a opposed to What'sherface and What'shisface making out Blue Lagoon style in front of everyone. To quote Jordan (not Lopez) " Duude, don't DO that!"The raggedly remains of the group then piled into autoage and went to Dunkin' Donuts for bagels and coffee (keep in mind this was 2 AM). After mushy goodbyes, Jolie and I ended up back at her place, goofing around about 'roots' ( if you've seen "But I'm A Cheerleader" you'll understand) as we fell asleep. (Later) Morning brought breakfast and another goodbye, and, ultimately, me running through Port Authority like a madwoman to catch my bus.Now, I shall go have my Mexican food. Yuss.