...up in the Berkshires last weekend.
Not that W.A.S.P. (unfortunately). The kind indigenous to the Northeast, who swarm (har har) to see the Boston Symphony Orchestra perform at Tanglewood in Lenox, MA, on summer weekends. With all the crowds gathered outdoors, eating and drinking in anticipation of the main event, it was kind of like tailgating for an LSU game.
Except it was the complete opposite.
On Sunday, the f and I went on some errands that took us near the new hunting/outdoors superstore Cabela's. So we decided to have another cultural experience. Starting in the parking lot, Cabela's did not disappoint.
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Last week in Jerse during week one of this semi-working vacay, I returned to the thrift-store scene of the disturbing '80s pantyhose package crime (the evidence was still there) and I found three more treasures, none of which I purchased. It did make me consider the viability of selling vintage goods for a living, so that buying something amazing like item number one would be defensible:
Without a doubt, this shellacked prize was won at the boardwalk.
So, today the LSU Daily Reveille ran the semester's most unbelievable opinion piece since September's gem, America Needs to Stand Against Homosexuality. Are you ready, ladies? This one is about how we are all a bunch of whores. (Scroll down to the second letter on the page.)
First I thought, as did the bf: this cannot be real. But judging from people's reactions in the comments section (there are some good 'uns, check it out) and on KLSU today, it seems to not be a spoof.
What can you even say to something like this. Except: it sounds to me like SOMEBODY needs to get laid by a dirty whore!
Huh huh.
He's a virgin.
It's the return of the Friday mishmash of smaller items!
TCB: First, I put up two new Abandoned Baton Rouge posts after an absence. Check it out if you enjoy the morbid as I do.
Miss Thing: Some folks in these parts have been calling me "Miss Colleen" instead of say, Ms. Kane. I like that. It's much better than ma'am. But some ladies here say, "Ma'am?" to get me to repeat myself instead of "Excuse me?" Joe Friday style!
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Yesterday the bf and I discussed, again, how retarded the drivers are in Baton Rouge. I don't like to use the term retarded as an epithet, but some situations warrant it. We talked about how something as commonplace as a car making a left turn can regularly hold up a line of ten drivers behind it, instead of them all just going around the turning vehicle. We noticed it; our two recent guests from the northeast noticed it.
Another complaint came up yesterday, when the mail, which normally arrives quite late in the day, still had not arrived as I wrote this, long after dark. Maybe there was no incoming mail for our address, but a visible outgoing stack of mail was waiting to be picked up, that the carrier, walking by, could not have missed. (UPDATE: No one ever came yesterday!) I wanted to make a formal complaint about the service, so I Googled the following phrase without even using quotes: late mail delivery complaint. The following article was the TENTH item to come up, out of the entire world wide interwebs, which I'd wager is pretty populated with complaints that would fit my search terms. (after the jump)
I believe it was during a trip to Ireland or Scotland that one of my friends compared it to being kicked in the nuts by history. Perhaps the sentiment could be phrased more eloquently, but the same is true of my road trip through the Southern states back down to Baton Rouge. Only it wasn't just learning about history while visiting the sites. Some of this trip was like actually traveling back in time. Other parts of the trip involved laughing at yahoos other cultures, of course, or just place names such as Bucksnort, Tennessee, but regular readers were probably expecting as much.
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