...might give you they told me when I went to that party one time!

"Hey, my friend Mason Williams (Classical Gas) is writing the music to Kesey's new story and they're gonna have the Jr. Symphony play it while some actors do the story, ya wanna go?" sure I said to my roomie, after all, I had an new '86 GTI and he had nothing. Got home from work and we got in the car and I said, "Eugene? (about 100 miles away, near where Kesey lived)" "No," rooms sez "San Francisco...didn't I tell you?" Pulled in at daybreak (groan) did the fete at the Opera House and went to the afterparty. Kesey was driving Eldorado convertibles all the time then and we must be at the right house because there's one right out in front. Let me tell you, finding that much parking in the city proper is quite the feat! Kesey was holding court at the dining room table, got a glassy eyed stare along with the introduction and mostly just hung out in the kitchen with Mountain Girl and a few other folks. Yep, that Mountain Girl! She was pretty nice but that Jerry dude she was married to wasn't there. Since my friend was an idiot driver as well as the typical roommate that breaks all your stuff, I got to drive all the way back to Portland as well. I was pretty careful of the consumables while I was there, it sure weren't the Splash Bar!