To Portland and back again.

( Visiting the Portland Hollowers' cabal. )

The Hollow Ones have this poster over the bar in the rec room of the house they're sharing that I found rather amusing:



We drank a lot and screwed around with magick while drunk, but not house-with-chicken-legs drunk.




( Oracle meeting prepwork. )

( Time for some horse--car--trading. )

( Touching base with Val and Rhys. )

I finally got home. I hit the futon and didn't remember anything until I woke up on Monday morning when LOLcat farted me out of a dead sleep. Stupid cat.