In my dream last night (a long and involved sort of dream), I was at the rehersal for a friend's wedding. $teven was the director of the interior, and was giving me a tour of the lodge, complete with a hospital examination room that looked straight outta M*A*S*H. We were somewhat frantically sorting between all the boxes of things for the wedding, and all the stuff for Burning Man. Someone had donated several large tubs filled with containers of hand washing soap, I guess there were many many sinks.

Even though that was Mr. Ra$pa's only appearance, I will go on and say that later I was talking with the bride-to-be, when she accidentally said divorce instead of wedding. She didn't even notice the slip, and I didn't correct her, because I was in love with her fiance!