Potrero Spring War is an event which I consider one of my Old Stomping Grounds. In past years this event has been a lot of fun, an excuse to go get drunk, a way to relieve stress through violence and flirtations and all around removal from the standards of society, and most of all, a common ground on which to bring many of my friends together.
As the fighting style that I am privy to seems to have died away in a puff of politics, War has become more of a social event for me than anything else. It is a good excuse to take a day off work, truck on down to San Diego, and see all the people that made leaving SD harder than it should have been. Two days at war is enough for me nowadays, and so I plan on going for two days, going to some parties, talking to what people I can find there, and then take a day or two to find the people that won't be at War.
Then there is one other event I must take care of on this trip. My grandmother passed away over a year ago, and having lived in the Cochella valley for most of her adult life, she wished to have her ashes spread during a desert bloom. I don't know whether there will be a bloom come memorial day, but most of my grandmother's descendants will be in the area, which makes this as good a time as any. If there is not a bloom, then perhaps the ashes will help to fertilize the next one, in which case I suppose my grandmother's wishes will have been met in spirit, if not to the letter.