and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

so tonight, my neighbor had a barbecue. the same one that owns the restaurant. his friend had just come back from a charter fishing trip, and we ate hunks of raw yellow-fin tuna with our hands. there was a communal bowl of wasabi / ginger / soy sauce. The interesting part of the party was the melon. melon was brought and distributed. i declined, as i am not a big fan of melon. soon after, someone made the comment that the melon was so good, that one could hardly taste the acid. the comment was both made and recieved straight faced, making me question its invalidity. or rather, not question its validity. hmmmm. these crazy drum playing, tuna eating californians. i guess you never can tell. anyway, being a little drunk at the time, i started becoming a little paranoid that i had actually eaten some, and would soon start to hallucinate. alas, i did not. hooray!

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OK, OK. so there was no acid on the melon. that was just a joke. but not a ridiculous one . . . the barbecue man told me that he never went over to this mark's old house (mark, the one who made the joke, who is conveniently a chemistry major) because that house was notorious for practical jokes. and by practical jokes, he meant 'dosing.' the four people who lived there would dose each other's toothbrushes, coffee mugs, or the odd door handle - just to make things equal opportunity. pretty nutty. although i really like the word 'dose.' i want something with which i can dose someone. "don't fuck with me, man. i'll fucking dose your doorknobs."