jeezy chreezy, remember that scene in european vacation where they were all supposed to have so much fun that they whistled zip-a-dee-doo-dah out of their assholes? well, clark w. griswold would be very proud of me today. mary and tim and myself have spent the last two days wearing ourselves out with some f-u-n, baby.
she even had to make a list of the fun, just to document it. i'm sure she'll facebook the whole thing and publish a buttload of photos. we sure have taken enough of them to make a few memories. i think i'm in love with my shitty camera on the ipod - it might be grainy and fuzz things up like an old school homemade 110 camera that you constructed out of tape and stuff, but it's a totally fun application of technology. me likee!
poor north carolina. that phelps guy who thinks "god hates fags" and pokes his nose into other people's funerals felt the need to come by the city this weekend with his cohorts. the city decided to respond by adding extra police to the whole area, and even sending out security to drag queen bingo. pffft, like they could even begin to take on people who wander around in three or four inch heels. whatevs, my peeps. someday, if i'm an important person who needs a bodyguard, i might just hire someone in drag to do that for me.
oh, and i am of the opinion that when you're on any sort of vacation, be it two days or two years, you're entitled to eat like there's no tomorrow! man, that burger was so leaky that it took two extra napkins to dry off my hands, which still smelled like yummy yummy meat-soaked hamburger buns all the way back to the house. talk about your satisfied customers.
today we're off to eat african food and then shuffle me to the airport. when i get home i'll spread out the spoils of my trip. new artwork (sorry, derek!) to hang, a zagnut bar (which will prolly be gone before i even hit the second airplane) to tide me over, hello kitty stuff out the wazoo, programs from a performance of "oh, the humanity", and my faboo wonky cat from the happiest recycling store ever. the scrap exchange alone would've been worth the trip!
but the puppet show with someone wearing a house on her head sure didn't hurt. i mean, stuff like brief and wonderful abstract puppet shows can make anyone smile.
something i like:
chatting with tim on the soggy porch
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