totally irrelevant: got into the car this morning and I decided to spin 'the bends'. holy wet thongs, batman! its nice to be reminded that song number 3 kicks all kinds of ass.
anyway, so I had a pretty fun day yesterday. went to the rodeo last night and I had mighty nice time. if I could have changed two things it would have been the weather and martina mcbride, who the hell is she? I don't know because I left before she got on stage.
as I was walking around the facilities after our arrival (some nice lady on a wheelchair gave me two free ducats, bless her heart), I changed my opinion about the abundance of country folk at the rodeo. I think it's a positive thing now. in the ten minutes that passed from the time that I stepped off the bus to when we walked into the reliant arena, I stopped six or nine times and chatted with six or nine different people. it's like being a celebrity, except that I don't get the cash and groupies...and I don't have a stalker.
yet.
we had a good two hours to kill before we had to be in our seats so we decided to watch the cutting horse show. the horse show is damned eerie right now. it was desserted, save for some horses, the familiar cattle dookie stench, and some guy who insisted on cleaning my boots. we bought a nacho grande and skaddadled outta there. and let me tell you something friends; there are few things finer than melted cheese, chili, and jalapeƱos on top of a bed of nacho chips.
for those who clamored for another entry after my short hiatus: I know you missed me, I know you are falling apart like a concorde over the atlantic, I complete you.
'baby, you being away hurts more than daniel san's beating at the hands of the cobra kais'
damn it feels good to be a ganster,
scarface