Friday, September 04, 2009
Are We Sitting Comfortably?
Good; then we'll begin. Or rather, continue.
Please bear with me as I rummage around in my somewhat-selective memory (and can anyone tell me why there is such a disappointingly small quantity of rum involved in the rummaging?) and resume the tale of what came to be known as "The Great Southerly Trek of Aught Nine".
Now, I'm all about the Great White North. I'm as Canadian as hockey, mooses, Birkenstocks and recycled haggis, and I've always claimed that the Deep South starts somewhere near Portland. I've never been further south than Leavenworth, Washington.
I'm also somewhat reclusive, require large amounts of "alone" time to function and am a very light sleeper.
Despite all of this, I found myself cheerfully (albeit slightly dubiously) agreeing to get a passport, drive to The Deep South, and share a hotel room with Barb (who had helpfully informed me that she is reputed to snore like a truck).
Now don't get me wrong -- this wouldn't be the first time I'd shared a hotel room with a woman I barely knew. It would, however, be the first time we'd both signed in under our real names.
This would be the first of many new and exciting experiences -- but far from the last.
(tomorrow: in which we redefine directions)
# posted by Rabbitch @ 11:53 PM 
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Oh you big fat liar!! You never signed in at all. AT ALL.
I am NOT reputed to snore like a truck. I am ACCUSED of snoring like a truck, big difference buddy.
I am NOT reputed to snore like a truck. I am ACCUSED of snoring like a truck, big difference buddy.
My dear Rabb (and even though I suspect you'd like it, I will NOT start, "my dear bitch") I'm thinking we're more alike than we even knew. My rodent-bone cave may be miles from yours...or even KMs...I think you'd find it comfortable.
I, too, am waiting for the continuation of your story, but first I must needs ask you to rewind briefly to explain one term:
**recycled haggis** ??? I have the startling, shimmering, keen Disturbed Imagination of the Child-Like Reenactor and my mental image upon reading those words is not something I feel inclined to try to put into words.
I can wait - but not too long.
I, too, am waiting for the continuation of your story, but first I must needs ask you to rewind briefly to explain one term:
**recycled haggis** ??? I have the startling, shimmering, keen Disturbed Imagination of the Child-Like Reenactor and my mental image upon reading those words is not something I feel inclined to try to put into words.
I can wait - but not too long.
Birkenstocks? I thought those were from Berkeley...
Next installment please? We are all waiting with bated breath to hear what happened at that motel ;)
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Next installment please? We are all waiting with bated breath to hear what happened at that motel ;)
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