Full of sound and fury. Signifying nothing.
Friday, June 27, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Mr Bunndinni and Dr. Stapler had a tequila soaked adventure in Texas for the past week and some of these things may or may not have happened:
This guy and his one frosty eye yelled in our faces all night long in Houston.
Texan mosquitos feasted on our flesh and cockroaches threatened our safety that one night when we drank 8000 bottles of wine and smoked all the cigarettes in the back yard.
75% of all meals consumed consisted of tacos.
1.5 million bats came out to say hello to us from under the Congress Street Bridge in Austin.
The Buc-cee's truck stop in Bastrop Texas provided refuge from a torrential downpour.
As well as all of our sweet fat acorn attraction needs.
Fashionable belt buckles.
And good old fashioned common sense.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Yes I'm talking to you people with children who relentless complain about how they can no longer do all the things that could do before they had children and/or take their children to places where they are not welcome, like the symphony and five star restaurants, without all the mean childless bitter people complaining about their little perfect spawn. Please go write in your mommy blog about how you can never truly know love until your precious child barfs in your mouth and leave some quiet spaces for the rest of us.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Monday, June 9, 2014
The Dixie Motel on Hollywood and Western in Los Angeles was my home away from home for three luxurious nights.
There was a beautiful street view.
Hand painted mural.
In-room amenities featured such luxuries as decaf coffee, plastic cups wrapped in plastic and nothing but one solitary old ketchup package in the mini bar fridge.
An iron was inexplicably fastened to the wall two feet from the ceiling nowhere near the only functioning electrical outlet in the room.
I've said it before but I'll say again: is that a really gross old kleenex shoved in a hole in the bathroom wall or are you just really glad to see me?
Tissues made from the skin of actual virgins!
This cup sadly held no joy or hot liquids for my entire stay. It did hold tepid tap water that I drank copious amounts of hungover every morning (because I forgot the night before).
I studied the religions of the world (it's a growth industry allegedly).
But like all good things our time eventually had to end and we tearfully bid adieu promising to always keep in touch and never go to sleep mad.