Crosstown Trafficked

For those of you who know the musical exploits of Mr Hendrix, and Bob Dylan for that matter.
I've had a weekend of Crosstown Traffic, All along the Watchtower and Gypsy Eyes. But we'll give all credit to Hendrix for even Bob said after hearing Hendrix play all along the Watchtower, "I wrote that song for Jimi". I could throw a few more in there. I'm just pressing play on the ultimate experience album, as I reflect upon the weekend. So there may be a few more Hendrix remarks tonight..
Actually, if anyone is reading this, tell me how many Hendrix references you think I've made after this point.

Well the weekend began with a late rising. I forced myself to drink a glass of Milo. Knowing full well that the energy received from this beverage probably would not see me through to lunchtime. I then proceeded to replace the tube for the back of my mountain bike before Speed arrived. Chug was approached to drive the Ambo back from the drop off spot. Speed and I didn't feel the need to ride up Mount Kiera. With my car disapearing in the distance, Speed and I began our day just as the sun was reaching it's peak. Where are you when it's a hot cold summer?? Great ride.. the first 40minutes was just about all down hill.
When I'm riding I get alot of time to think about stuff, and it usually clears my head of all the white-noise thoughts and I get moments of clarity. Some times getting away from other people helps with that. So, I might as well go back over yonder, way back yonder cross the hill. Speed as usual is good realistic company encouraging and stuff... But while thinkin and riding I'm usually humming or singing. Music, sweet music. I wish I could caress.
Well no matter how good your thinking is, you still need to concentrate on the riding aswell. I had 2 pretty big offs. I blame the sunglasses. The transition from direct sunlight to shade caught me off guard a few times. The ride finished with Speed's knee packing it in. Thankfully by this time we were back in suburbia. He spent a few minutes in pain lying on someones driveway. Then to his legs he smiled you wont hurt me no more, and got up. But, they did and he hobbled back to his house. Where his mother was waiting with Doughnuts and Coke. Ah, Sugar sweet sweet sugar.
The original plan had been to ride then do the Maquarie Pass walk/swim. but it was a bit late. I had to be at a 21st by 1800hrs So we thought, I think we better wait till tomorrow. Speed and I kicked back back at The Bob and watched Swingers. Then I lost a game of pool to Him.
Picked Amanda up at about 1805hrs and headed off to Chuzz's 21st. Met people, ate food, too much ABBA. There was Karaoke.. mostly pop songs..I don't do Pop, but when enough people left the floor I did some Billy Idol-White Wedding, and some DEVO-Whip It, ah fun... Might get one of the new guys along for my riding trip over the Easter Long weekend. I did't know anyone at the Party except for the Birthday girl herself, so it was good being able to walk in with Amanda. Then she spread her wings high over me, said I'm gonna have to come back tomorrow, to Dapto early 'cause she was on music at Horsley Anglican Church.
So, Sunday morning, after burning the midnight lamp, I was at Horsley too. It's a really nice little church. The people are friendly and seem to really love eachother. The teaching is honest and determined. The talk this morning was quite challenging for me, as I seek for a balance between overcommiting to ministry oppurtunities and having a soul which is alive in the spirit, not simply being a busy soul(my paraphrasing). God is doing some awesome things down that neck of Wollongong. One of the guys there is from a band Soteria. I spoke to him for a while about guitars, music, recording, and the focus of christians who are doing music in somewhat of a secular media.
Sunday afternoon contained a few lighter activities. Speed and I hung out with a mutual friend Artsy. More pool, a bit of lunch, psyching his Dog up. Watched Supersize me, after a substanitial KFC meal. Started raining.. No Maquarie Passs today either thought I.
The Evening church service at St Mick's was pretty grood. It was also the first time I'd heard our new Rector type dude, Sandy Grant, give a talk. I enjoyed it and, I think it helped me focus a little more on how I should be praising an trusting God. Also, he reaffirmed something I'd been thinking of, in the difference between Vows and bargaining with God. There is one.(short answer).
Dinner was Macca's. I guess Supersize me didn't scare me off it. Some people watched Hewitt get thrashed in the Aussie Open, and so castles made of sand melts into the sea eventually. I ate and chatted, too many people in the TV room. Now I'm home.
Should sleep soon feels like my back hasn't seen a bed in so long, it's a sin.