a precocious child describes saturday afternoon
October 7th, 2006 | Published in verbs: doing, moving, shaking | 2 Comments
Today, we drove to Athens, Georgia. Athens looks like this on game day. See the lady pet the pretty bulldog statue!
When we were looking for parking, we saw this guy. He needed tickets. ‘Hey ticket guy!’ we yelled. ‘I don’t have any tickets!’ He made a mean face.
We found the party, and there were people drinking. Imagine that! People drinking! At a tailgate party! On a college campus! For a football game! Oh the horror!
This girl was so excited, she showed us her purse. And she wasn’t drinking booze. But there was booze in her purse. Coincidence?
‘Oh my gosh!’ said Guy on the Left. ‘What do you mean I’m at a party?’ ‘Shut up!’ said Guy on the Right. ‘I’m doing the Flashdance.’
We spent the evening relaxing at the Yellow River Game Ranch. The car General Lee lives there. And then we hunted deer and did Road Work 500 ft, just like the signs said to do.
And that’s how we spent Saturday.
October 10th, 2006at 8:35 am(#)
That’s the only reason purses like that exist: to hold alcohol. Full bottles of alcohol. I’m sure she has a flask, as any good Southern woman does, but you bring out the purse on game day.
October 10th, 2006at 9:05 am(#)
I see a sign for Oscar Mayer Hotdogs.
That’s all…