Last fall, I spent two days in Guerneville, a small town an hour outside of San Francisco known as a seasonal resort area for hedonistic gay men. Luckily, autumn was off-season and the only people around were locals… consisting mainly of grey haired hippie ladies and pockmarked meth addicts.
Guerneville sits right on the Russian River. It’s chock full of Northern California rural charm that includes looming red wood trees and a B&B on every corner. Main Street is all of two blocks packed full of antique boutiques, divey gay bars, and tackle/bait shops. Though it has the look and feel of a small conservative Norman Rockwell town, it’s actually a very liberal place with pot smoking skater punks and rusty Ford pickups sporting pro-choice bumper stickers. Also, those pick-up trucks are driven by Lesbians, lots of ‘em.
Happy, Happy, Happy is a musically enhanced version of a short story I wrote a few years ago for a blog called the Clumsy Twirler Diaries. The story is about my employment at the Disney Store and it was part of a series of stories I wrote about working in a shopping mall. The inspiration for writing these tales came after reading David Sedaris’ short story “The Santaland Diaries”, which describes Sedaris’ working as an Elf at a Macy’s Department Store during Christmastime.
Aural Diary 
