Yesterday I spent some time at "A Taste of Satan's Anus" (ummmm, as appetizing as it sounds!), the little, little, little tastefest held in my new hometown. It stretches almost half a block with exotic foods all the way from MEH-HE-CO and and other isolated outposts on the globe (Grand Rapids?). The kettle corn was mediocre. What does that tell you? The damn KETTLE CORN wasn't up to snuff!!!
I knew what I was getting into. I went last year, and yes, they still have the "cheesecake on a stick". I still haven't seen it. I don't think I want to.
Last year when I went, I went on a date. It was a blind date. I went with this chick I called "Blandette" in my blog. I actually got to focus on the festival this year. Hurray for me.
I hadn't planned on going but Jayne Kennedy asked me to come out and hang. She invited a few people, so I decided to go and hang out a while. I hadn't seen her in a minute, but JK is easing into "hot mess" territory. Her girls were funny. One of 'em is the older sister of this groupie I went to college with. The other one was this lady who insisted on saying "et" when she meant "ate". "Y'all ain't et yet?" Actually I take back what I said. They weren't that funny.
The music de jour, and every jour, was country western. There is some good country western music out there. "Honk.y Ton.k Badonkadonk" comes to mind. There was no good country western being played on stage. The crowd liked it, though. I guess that's all that matters.
I can tell just how bored I am by my level of tolerance for bullshit like this. I stayed from 5 to freaking 7:30 pm and I didn't even like it. It was just something to do. I'm glad I'm going to the "D" this weekend.
I knew what I was getting into. I went last year, and yes, they still have the "cheesecake on a stick". I still haven't seen it. I don't think I want to.
Last year when I went, I went on a date. It was a blind date. I went with this chick I called "Blandette" in my blog. I actually got to focus on the festival this year. Hurray for me.
I hadn't planned on going but Jayne Kennedy asked me to come out and hang. She invited a few people, so I decided to go and hang out a while. I hadn't seen her in a minute, but JK is easing into "hot mess" territory. Her girls were funny. One of 'em is the older sister of this groupie I went to college with. The other one was this lady who insisted on saying "et" when she meant "ate". "Y'all ain't et yet?" Actually I take back what I said. They weren't that funny.
The music de jour, and every jour, was country western. There is some good country western music out there. "Honk.y Ton.k Badonkadonk" comes to mind. There was no good country western being played on stage. The crowd liked it, though. I guess that's all that matters.
I can tell just how bored I am by my level of tolerance for bullshit like this. I stayed from 5 to freaking 7:30 pm and I didn't even like it. It was just something to do. I'm glad I'm going to the "D" this weekend.
Peace,
KZ
