Ohai Valentines Day, how're you?
I could bitch and piss and moan like the rest of the angsty hipster-world and say what a lame, invented holiday this is [and it is] but, truth? I really don't mind it. It's simply another day for you to show the man/woman/child./aardvark you love that you love them that much more, so take advantage of it and stop whining.
But Scotty, what if I don't have a loved one?
Understood, dear friend -- so love yourself.
Duh.
Like you needed another excuse to play slide-the-sock.
So stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Reginald.
Here's my inspired love:
Okay, with that out of the way, prepare yourself as this is going to be one of those way-huge posts. Like uber-huge-on-'roids posts. Ew, not on hemorrhoids post! GROSS, shut up!
Mooooving a bit past the eleven year-old rectum jokes, I just spent three days in St Louis.
Why did you go to St Louis, Scotty?
Shhh, quiet now and let me tell you, my little apple cores.
Ready?
I needed to get the hell out of Tampa.
So I headed to St Louis, the land of blues, snow, St Louisans and Schlafly.
See?
I stayed with my wonderful friend who made handmade dumplings:
And whom had a cat named Merle that was thrilled to share a bed with me:
It was a quiet, quaint little neighborhood, still full of unmelted snow and the smell of a winter quickly passing.
If you were quiet enough in the morning deer actually entered the back yard:
Of course, if you were too quite they simply walked through your yard and crossed into the cul-de-sac, looking for BBQ and beers:
The high-point of the weekend [besides watching UP for the first time -- oh.my.god. did I thoroughly adore that movie; "I'm under the porch and I love you!"] was visiting the CITY Museum.
It has this amazing man-made cave system in that that you can crawl through for up and down for four storys. it culminates ten storys up with a slide that goes all ten storys back down. It's made by this crazed artist, Bob Cassilly, who turned a 600,000 square foot former shoe company warehouse into this phenomenal place to play. And I'm talking for adults too. The architecture is pure genius. Everything old and new is utilized or recycled; plastic, rubber, serving trays from cafeterias are the entire base of the bathrooms, huge slabs of sculpted metal, gratings, railroad spikes, nuts and bolts the size of your head [heyo, large nuts!] It looks like a mechanical Escher painting:
I spent four hours there and I was still loving it, even with the multitude of screaming, frenzied kids.
Here are more pics:
Best placed I've played as an adult since that Turkish bath house.
Um, wait, disregard.
Mooooving forward, I made these for the first time:
Yep.
First time.
Evar.
Evvvvv. Ar.
So, it stood to reason that I ate six. Plus one.
Plus one more.
The tapeworm demanded a feast and give it to him I damn well did.
And guess where we bought the graham crackers?
Am I immature if I called it Schmucks for the entire visit? Because, well, I kind of did.
Okay, so I have a hot date with House, MD and a bottle of La Fin Du Monde. Rest assured I'll be back to my angsty, sarcastic, blathering self tomorrow.
Eye <3 ewes,
Scotty
PS I JUST heard you, yes you, bitch about Valentines day again. No, really, I did. I.HEARD.YOU. And you know what?
I could bitch and piss and moan like the rest of the angsty hipster-world and say what a lame, invented holiday this is [and it is] but, truth? I really don't mind it. It's simply another day for you to show the man/woman/child./aardvark you love that you love them that much more, so take advantage of it and stop whining.
But Scotty, what if I don't have a loved one?
Understood, dear friend -- so love yourself.
Duh.
Like you needed another excuse to play slide-the-sock.
So stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Reginald.
Here's my inspired love:
Okay, with that out of the way, prepare yourself as this is going to be one of those way-huge posts. Like uber-huge-on-'roids posts. Ew, not on hemorrhoids post! GROSS, shut up!
Mooooving a bit past the eleven year-old rectum jokes, I just spent three days in St Louis.
Why did you go to St Louis, Scotty?
Shhh, quiet now and let me tell you, my little apple cores.
Ready?
I needed to get the hell out of Tampa.
So I headed to St Louis, the land of blues, snow, St Louisans and Schlafly.
See?
I stayed with my wonderful friend who made handmade dumplings:
And whom had a cat named Merle that was thrilled to share a bed with me:
It was a quiet, quaint little neighborhood, still full of unmelted snow and the smell of a winter quickly passing.
If you were quiet enough in the morning deer actually entered the back yard:
Of course, if you were too quite they simply walked through your yard and crossed into the cul-de-sac, looking for BBQ and beers:
The high-point of the weekend [besides watching UP for the first time -- oh.my.god. did I thoroughly adore that movie; "I'm under the porch and I love you!"] was visiting the CITY Museum.
It has this amazing man-made cave system in that that you can crawl through for up and down for four storys. it culminates ten storys up with a slide that goes all ten storys back down. It's made by this crazed artist, Bob Cassilly, who turned a 600,000 square foot former shoe company warehouse into this phenomenal place to play. And I'm talking for adults too. The architecture is pure genius. Everything old and new is utilized or recycled; plastic, rubber, serving trays from cafeterias are the entire base of the bathrooms, huge slabs of sculpted metal, gratings, railroad spikes, nuts and bolts the size of your head [heyo, large nuts!] It looks like a mechanical Escher painting:
I spent four hours there and I was still loving it, even with the multitude of screaming, frenzied kids.
Here are more pics:
Best placed I've played as an adult since that Turkish bath house.
Um, wait, disregard.
Mooooving forward, I made these for the first time:
Yep.
First time.
Evar.
Evvvvv. Ar.
So, it stood to reason that I ate six. Plus one.
Plus one more.
The tapeworm demanded a feast and give it to him I damn well did.
And guess where we bought the graham crackers?
Am I immature if I called it Schmucks for the entire visit? Because, well, I kind of did.
Okay, so I have a hot date with House, MD and a bottle of La Fin Du Monde. Rest assured I'll be back to my angsty, sarcastic, blathering self tomorrow.
Eye <3 ewes,
Scotty
PS I JUST heard you, yes you, bitch about Valentines day again. No, really, I did. I.HEARD.YOU. And you know what?
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come make me smores...those look so delicious