We headed to Brushwood on Saturday for Dionysis with (e:Terry)'s mom. The weather was sunny and perfect. A ton of Buffalo people including Mike, Seth and Dana were down there.
The night itself was crazy and I talked to a ton of people. Not that I remember any of them. Terry even had a conversation with a skunk.

We blew ourself up a breakfast fire in the morning and had some delicious cheesy eggs courtesy of Terry. (Too bad it was full of plastic and garbage - Brushwood hippies are really the worst kind of hippies.)




And (e:paul) weaved us some beautiful flower tails, which ended up in Terry's hair.



