my goodness gracious me, this past weekend knocked my little flour covered socks off!
Monthly Archives: June 2011
hot as a mothafrikkin wood fired oven
YO this weather is making a baker boy sweat like a pig. you holdin up okay? i hope so.
oh i party hard… do you?
yo yo YO my dogs
you (can) make my dreams come true
last night i had a dream…
i was standing in front of Bi Rite Market, with a whole $hit ton of yummy walnut, whole wheat, and wonder bread that i’d made that afternoon with mine own bare hands:
i was giving samples to passersby, and one of them stops and looks at me all intense like this:
and then he eats a piece of bread and says, “holy motherf***er this is some crazy good bread man!! who in the hell are you?!?”
i no want yr stinkin paper monies (but i also do)
anyway… back to the matter at hand!
and just the other night my super rad belgian buddies brought me incredible hot-outta-the-oven lemon lavender olive oil cookies (tho they refused to accept a loaf in exchange for their baked goods… the sweetest of hearts they have).
holy crap i’m on TV
i cannot believe it.
❤ josey
a bird pooped on my face and a ranger stole my bike but i’m okay with it all
we arrived safely at samuel p, ready to get down with mother nature and commence the chill…
but we weren’t the only ones who had this very bright idea:
THESE SNEAKY RACCOONS STOLE OUR WHOLE WHEAT BREAD AND OUR CHOCOLATES WHILE WE WERE COOKIN OUR DINNER DOWN AT THE CAMP FIRE!
and get this – i chased them and yelled at them and even (don’t get worked up) threw some rocks at them, and they just kinda wobbled around on their chocolate covered paws and stared at us with their beady eyes. i like raccoons, but i didn’t like these raccoons.
anyway – we woke up ready to continue our adventure, and biked onwards to bass lake. (with a quick stop in bolinas where i iced (see def. #1) my bro rafi. thank you jed, i’m sorry rafi.)
fast forward to the following morning, where we are chillin at Bass Lake, cooking up eggs and coffee and feelin right and ready. i was sittin next to a tree when a bird up and pooped on my face:
what in the heck, right? i hear this is good luck in some cultures, so i chose to emphasize those cultures in the moment.
right. we rip and roar through the woods back to the dirt road and we’re done the hard bike riding part and are feelin excited (cuz we kinda had a hunch that maybe we shouldn’t be riding our bikes on this here trail) and B * A * M !!
so we took a bus to sausalito, rode a ferry to sf, ate a cheeseburger at the ferry building, and BARTed home.
what the heck, it makes a good story.
love you babies
❤ josey