Monday, June 23, 2008
Deli Success
There's a certain measure of pride I take when I order a sandwich at a deli and the person behind me sees it, comments on how that sounds good, and then orders the exact same thing. In the cosmic scheme of things it means very little, it doesn't change or shift worlds or fate. What it does do is show that at least someone else thinks you have good taste in sandwiches, which is pretty remarkable given the 1000's of possibilities at any given deli. Not sure exactly what the pride I take in this is, but I do take pride in it. I also take pride on my ability to eat lots of saltine crackers very very quickly without water. So I guess maybe I need to reevaluate what I take pride in but I'm just so darn bad at so many things.
Mmm bike shorts
F: So what are you going with this evening? Black beards delight or a scent that is banned in 7 countries?
M: Sex Panther. Although there's not much time so I'm going to have to work fast and take the long way home.
F: I suggest nothing but bike shorts and a midriff tank top when you walk in the door. And if you can magically add a handle bar mustache to your face before then all the better.
M: Long socks with one red and one yellow stripe at the top and some all white chuck taylors as well? Also remember I'm going to the airport so I don't want to be stopped by airport security for concealing a weapon in my bike shorts.
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M: Sex Panther. Although there's not much time so I'm going to have to work fast and take the long way home.
F: I suggest nothing but bike shorts and a midriff tank top when you walk in the door. And if you can magically add a handle bar mustache to your face before then all the better.
M: Long socks with one red and one yellow stripe at the top and some all white chuck taylors as well? Also remember I'm going to the airport so I don't want to be stopped by airport security for concealing a weapon in my bike shorts.
All this and more over at www.fatkidmusings.blogspot.com
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Kentucky Blue Grass
Kentucky was a delightful state to drive through, I thought it was very pretty for the entire drive through and the other enjoyable thing was how polite the drivers were. Completely night and day difference from West Virginia Drivers. It wasn't just one instance but I thought I counted 4 or 5 times where a driver would either move aside or let us in when it wasn't required. It really made the whole drive much quicker and more enjoyable.
As we were driving down the road I couldn't help but think how gorgeous the big fields were. Some of them were Kentucky Blue Grass which in the afternoon light looked quite blue. There were really big barns every couple of miles and horses all over the place. Really really beautiful country side, I don't think I can stress that enough.
As we got to Lexington we turned around and got on a cutback highway so that we could go visit Irvine (which I will write about later) the home of my great grandmother, and one of the places my father lived as a child for a short time. After we got done with our visit in Irvine we got back on the road and went all the way to Louisville, which looked like a fine city with lots and lots of new stores all over the place. Not sure what kind of business they do in Louisville but it looked like it was doing quite well, I know the university is there but the buildup seemed so large.
We spent the night in Louisville, and after we had checked into our hotel we wandered over to a nearby bar and sat outside and had some drinks. We both took note of how polite the wait staff was, and it was not for the first time that day. In Kentucky I first noticed one of the overarching themes of the entire trip, which was that people in the middle of the country just seemed nicer, more polite. They seemed like they were genuinely interested in your well being and making sure you had everything you needed. Case in point would be my experience the next morning. We were staying at the Residential Inn and wanted to leave before the breakfast buffet was open, the staff at the front desk insisted that we go ahead and go up there even though it wasn't ready. When we got up there the lady who was setting up the buffet stopped what she was doing, asked us if there was anything we needed, and even offered to cook us eggs to order. Just remarkable. I was astonished that she was so nice to us, I felt bashful telling her that all I needed was some cereal and milk, but thank you for the offer.
We got on the road after breakfast and headed down the road into Indiana, I somewhat lamented the fact that we didn't get more time to spend in Kentucky.
As we were driving down the road I couldn't help but think how gorgeous the big fields were. Some of them were Kentucky Blue Grass which in the afternoon light looked quite blue. There were really big barns every couple of miles and horses all over the place. Really really beautiful country side, I don't think I can stress that enough.
As we got to Lexington we turned around and got on a cutback highway so that we could go visit Irvine (which I will write about later) the home of my great grandmother, and one of the places my father lived as a child for a short time. After we got done with our visit in Irvine we got back on the road and went all the way to Louisville, which looked like a fine city with lots and lots of new stores all over the place. Not sure what kind of business they do in Louisville but it looked like it was doing quite well, I know the university is there but the buildup seemed so large.
We spent the night in Louisville, and after we had checked into our hotel we wandered over to a nearby bar and sat outside and had some drinks. We both took note of how polite the wait staff was, and it was not for the first time that day. In Kentucky I first noticed one of the overarching themes of the entire trip, which was that people in the middle of the country just seemed nicer, more polite. They seemed like they were genuinely interested in your well being and making sure you had everything you needed. Case in point would be my experience the next morning. We were staying at the Residential Inn and wanted to leave before the breakfast buffet was open, the staff at the front desk insisted that we go ahead and go up there even though it wasn't ready. When we got up there the lady who was setting up the buffet stopped what she was doing, asked us if there was anything we needed, and even offered to cook us eggs to order. Just remarkable. I was astonished that she was so nice to us, I felt bashful telling her that all I needed was some cereal and milk, but thank you for the offer.
We got on the road after breakfast and headed down the road into Indiana, I somewhat lamented the fact that we didn't get more time to spend in Kentucky.
Monday, June 16, 2008
This should be fun
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This should be fun, I'll write my sports musings here and get into it with my best friend.
This should be fun, I'll write my sports musings here and get into it with my best friend.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
West by God Virginia
West Virgina was a unique state to drive through. I've only ever spent limited time there so there were a couple things that surprised me. The biggest of which was the fact that there were so many nice ass cars on the road. I feel like we couldn't drive a whole mile without seeing a new Corvette or a Porsche or a BMW. I couldn't believe the number of cars we saw that were either really nice sports cars or really nice brand new trucks. I don't know what they do out in West Virgina, but apparently they do it well or the cost of living is so low that they can all afford nice cars. Nice cars in which people drive like assholes. I don't think I saw a level of shitty driving on the trip quite as much as I experienced in WV.
Second thing I'll always remember about West Virgina is how hard and steep some of the turns on the highways were. The turns in Arizona and New Mexico that were semi-twisty with elevation changes were all heavily labeled with warnings. Those same turns in West Virgina would not even make the cut, they would be considered runts and the people who feed turns in the road would let the western turns starve to strengthen the herd…I took that analogy wayyyy to far. But driving through West Virgina was fun, at any moment there was likely to be an incredibly difficult to maneuver turn, and most of the ones that were unlabeled, would have had skulls and x's in the states further west.
The third thing I noticed was a little franchise that we saw in the Western part of West Virgina, West West Virginia, called Tudor's Biscuit World. They advertised heavily and to be honest it was difficult to resist the allure of Biscuit World. I mean you would assume that the place would have the best biscuits ever, maybe even biscuits from all across the globe, and exhibits of illegal or discontinued biscuits. Maybe there were other restaurants where you go in and order a biscuit and they tell you that they don't have them but you should go knock on the door of that abandoned kitchen down the street and ask for a man named Rod who knows a guy who might be able to hook you up. Someone got tired of these illegal biscuit operations and decided to bring all of the laws and rules governing biscuits under one roof to provide the customer with the largest and best selection of street legal biscuits in the world. Whatever the case, Tudor's Biscuit World's always seemed to be next to a strip club, or a porn mega store, or an adult bookstore. I'm thinking this is a great thing, I mean they can share grease, and you can go have your fill of biscuits and head to the sex shop (or the other way around you pervert). I mean I wouldn't have thought that adult industry goes hand in hand with biscuits but hell it looks like it was working fine in West Virgina.
Second thing I'll always remember about West Virgina is how hard and steep some of the turns on the highways were. The turns in Arizona and New Mexico that were semi-twisty with elevation changes were all heavily labeled with warnings. Those same turns in West Virgina would not even make the cut, they would be considered runts and the people who feed turns in the road would let the western turns starve to strengthen the herd…I took that analogy wayyyy to far. But driving through West Virgina was fun, at any moment there was likely to be an incredibly difficult to maneuver turn, and most of the ones that were unlabeled, would have had skulls and x's in the states further west.
The third thing I noticed was a little franchise that we saw in the Western part of West Virgina, West West Virginia, called Tudor's Biscuit World. They advertised heavily and to be honest it was difficult to resist the allure of Biscuit World. I mean you would assume that the place would have the best biscuits ever, maybe even biscuits from all across the globe, and exhibits of illegal or discontinued biscuits. Maybe there were other restaurants where you go in and order a biscuit and they tell you that they don't have them but you should go knock on the door of that abandoned kitchen down the street and ask for a man named Rod who knows a guy who might be able to hook you up. Someone got tired of these illegal biscuit operations and decided to bring all of the laws and rules governing biscuits under one roof to provide the customer with the largest and best selection of street legal biscuits in the world. Whatever the case, Tudor's Biscuit World's always seemed to be next to a strip club, or a porn mega store, or an adult bookstore. I'm thinking this is a great thing, I mean they can share grease, and you can go have your fill of biscuits and head to the sex shop (or the other way around you pervert). I mean I wouldn't have thought that adult industry goes hand in hand with biscuits but hell it looks like it was working fine in West Virgina.
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