delilah_banks

I just got back from seeing Steppenwolf live in concert. Ah, I love classic rock bands. Especially when I go with my parents. My mom gets really wild when she drinks and enjoys embarassing herself infront of her family. It makes my dad nervous and my brother pissed; I just have to laugh.

So yeah, parents are fucking plastered after the concert so I get to drive their asses home. After pulling through various fastfood restaurants to satisfy the drunken munchies, my father decides to decorate my car windows with ketchup, depicting what my car would look like if I entered a demolition derby. Wonderful! (One time, they actually had a sunflower seed spitting tournament in the backseat of my car. That was the best.) Gotta love drunk parents.

The best thing about tonight! I love Montana for the wannabe cowboys and the mechanical bull. It was the final show-down at the Western Montana Fair, and boy was it grand. The looks on those boys faces when they get thrown off a piece of machinary is by far the best entertainment ever. So I've decided I'm going to start frequenting bars with Bulls.

I also decided I'm going to start designing shirts and stickers that say: "I don't ride bulls, I ride balls." That would rock.

Update:

White-trash week is officially over. It ended an hour ago with the demolition derby at the fair. I have a rockin' idea for all y'all. How about we enter a SG car in next year's derby? That would totally rock! Just let me know...

So Montana is on fire yet again. When I moved here three years ago, it was really on fire, and right now, it's almost as bad. When I was driving home, the entire ridge of a mountain was up in flames. As beautitul as it is to see at night, it's really frightening. Not to mention, I can't breathe. Hopefully they'll be able to get everything under control before the smoke gets really bad.

And I was hit on tonight by some freak. It's always so nice to have a random guy hit on you when you're sitting next to your mom. How classy is that?