Back from riding pillion on the RT to and from Natchitoches, LA. I am so happy to be home: as usual, I need a vacation from my vacation.
My husband's 20 year high school reunion was a freakin' BLAST! He went to a small Catholic school, and about 28 of the 32 members of his graduating class showed up. Everybody had amusing stories to tell of adolescent adventures in a small southern town ("Riding the Shit Twister," "Wal-Mart is a Haven for Hookers," "Escaping the Cops Again," etc.) and everybody had entirely too much to drink.
Just listening to these people talk provided me with more than ample amusement. Saying anything at all in a north Louisiana accent makes that thing automatically comic. "Your mama ain't got no Q-tips," and "Moving to Texas---now THAT was a fye-asco!" almost had me doubled over with laughter.
So now I get to go to work for the next three days and rest up a little. On Friday, I'm taking Iceland Air to London!
My husband's 20 year high school reunion was a freakin' BLAST! He went to a small Catholic school, and about 28 of the 32 members of his graduating class showed up. Everybody had amusing stories to tell of adolescent adventures in a small southern town ("Riding the Shit Twister," "Wal-Mart is a Haven for Hookers," "Escaping the Cops Again," etc.) and everybody had entirely too much to drink.
Just listening to these people talk provided me with more than ample amusement. Saying anything at all in a north Louisiana accent makes that thing automatically comic. "Your mama ain't got no Q-tips," and "Moving to Texas---now THAT was a fye-asco!" almost had me doubled over with laughter.
So now I get to go to work for the next three days and rest up a little. On Friday, I'm taking Iceland Air to London!
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i'm doing (typographic) video animations which will be projected on the scenery. nights and nights in front of dope sheets...
have fun in london!