HEY! A new post!! Don't get too excited, I don't really have much to say. I was re-reading my last post, and I really sound very bitter, I think. I'm not really, it's just that people look at me like I just bunny-punched their mom in the eye when I say I don't like the Beatles or Sex and the City. Everyon'e got their own opinion. Opinions are like assholes, if there ain't no poop comin' out, you need more fiber. Isn't that how the ol' saying goes??
I would like to now take this time to make a public outcry to my big sister, Lisa. (As opposed to my other, imaginary big sister, Eunice) When we went to Clown Day, at Rawhide (check out Lisa's blog for the details of that event), she brought her video camera. Lisa, Kane and I took turns filming some of the wierd scenes and strange goins-on, all pretty buzzed up from the 100+ degree heat and the margaritas. We filmed clowns, crying children, and the occasional gangly teenager trying to ride the mechanical bull. I would very much like to see this footage, so I ask you dear sister, put that shit on a regular video tape already, you're killing me over here. I need to know if the camera was rolling right after sundown, when we passed the depressed looking girl in the saloon-gal outfit walking a camel on a leash. And I said,"Hey! That girl's got a bad case of CAMELTOE!", only the alcohol made my voice a bit louder than I intended it to be. She looked pretty pissed. I need to relive that magic again. Please Lisa. If not for me, do it for the children.