This is amazing.
I met my folks in a town called Mountain View Saturday evening. I had Hardee's for dinner -- amazing 2/3lb bacon cheese burger, double bacon. Yes, I am ready to die. I have made my peace with God. I am good.
This town is kind of strange, but in a good, small town kind of way. On Saturdays most of the community goes to the "Town Square" and hangs out. They are all big into the "save the music" movement, so that's exactly what they do. Anybody that wants to play or sing goes and finds a spot and starts playing. This usually starts around 6:00pm and ends around midnight. There was one guy that had a story behind every song -- anything from the story of the lyricist to the particular lyrics, to the amazing, often rare and unusual instuments that they used. They have an ice cream parlor that stays open late along with a BBQ and burger joint too.
They also have a drive in movie there. It felt really strange, but mostly really hot. It was around 98 degrees with probably 85% humidity at 10:00 at night. I thought I was going to die. And then instead of watching the new Bourne movie, which I really wanted to see, we watched Ratatioullie (they forgot to change their sign . . . assholes). It wasn't all that bad I guess, but I really wanted see Bourne (no, this is not me crying. It's me doing . . . um . . . something else).
And then randomly at about 12:00am or so, I thought I would like to go for a run. So I did. I felt like Forrest Gump. I noticed after a while that I was running downhill and thought, "Oh shit." So I ran about 1/2 mile to Wal-Mart, bought a Rocco Deluca and the Burden CD, and then ran back.
I am so out of shape.
OOO! And I had a pear today!
Which reminds me, (the exclaimation points, not the pear) that I really hate it when people use them excessively. Even if it's just 2 or maybe 3. Really, why? If you write properly, people will be able to get the picture. Maybe you, if it is you, should seriously consider revamping your writing skills.
I met my folks in a town called Mountain View Saturday evening. I had Hardee's for dinner -- amazing 2/3lb bacon cheese burger, double bacon. Yes, I am ready to die. I have made my peace with God. I am good.
This town is kind of strange, but in a good, small town kind of way. On Saturdays most of the community goes to the "Town Square" and hangs out. They are all big into the "save the music" movement, so that's exactly what they do. Anybody that wants to play or sing goes and finds a spot and starts playing. This usually starts around 6:00pm and ends around midnight. There was one guy that had a story behind every song -- anything from the story of the lyricist to the particular lyrics, to the amazing, often rare and unusual instuments that they used. They have an ice cream parlor that stays open late along with a BBQ and burger joint too.
They also have a drive in movie there. It felt really strange, but mostly really hot. It was around 98 degrees with probably 85% humidity at 10:00 at night. I thought I was going to die. And then instead of watching the new Bourne movie, which I really wanted to see, we watched Ratatioullie (they forgot to change their sign . . . assholes). It wasn't all that bad I guess, but I really wanted see Bourne (no, this is not me crying. It's me doing . . . um . . . something else).
And then randomly at about 12:00am or so, I thought I would like to go for a run. So I did. I felt like Forrest Gump. I noticed after a while that I was running downhill and thought, "Oh shit." So I ran about 1/2 mile to Wal-Mart, bought a Rocco Deluca and the Burden CD, and then ran back.
I am so out of shape.
OOO! And I had a pear today!
Which reminds me, (the exclaimation points, not the pear) that I really hate it when people use them excessively. Even if it's just 2 or maybe 3. Really, why? If you write properly, people will be able to get the picture. Maybe you, if it is you, should seriously consider revamping your writing skills.
6 comments:
i love rocco deluca and the burden.
and i use an excessive amount of exclamation points. i apologize.
you are forgiven.
You're complaining about other people's punctuation. Just letting you know how ridiculous that sounds. Lol... !!!!!
i've sent two post secret post cards in.
they were some of the most personal shit i've ever revealed. it's total cathartic.
when i saw the short film on the weekend i cried. a lot.
how gay am i?
Did you jam on the gee-tar with the townfolk?
no but i'm thinking of going back with some of the guys and jamming. sounds like a blast.
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