October 17, 2005

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  A Parade on a beautiful weekend..  I just want to get my hair cut

  
  

  It was our annual, well 36th annual Migration Festival last weekend. Of course it was the usual parade, vendors, etc... Pretty big for a town of 20,000. Of course I've lived here for so long that honestly I didn't even know about it... Pretty sad huh.

  
  

  Anyhow, it was time for me to get my haircut... but when you are up until 3am playing games, and you just wake up at 10am and have under 15mins to do the 3 S's and head off to your haircut you tend to just zip out of there. But I made it on time and as I was driving out to my hair appointment, I noticed people from all walks of life setting up fold out chairs on the sides of the road just to get a glimpse of the parade...

  
  

  In talking with my Hair dresser, Theresa, a beautiful portugese lady with 2 children and the body of a model, not those anerexic's that are on the run-ways these days. But I degress, she's a great person to talk too and great a great haircut from... and for a person such as myself that has poker straight hair, any mistake screws it up.

  
  

  It had been about a month if not more between my hair appointments.. maybe longer, I tend to blank in and out of those things... it's a necessity, but not important type of thing.

  
  

  She had forgotten what we last talked about so, we talked about the parade, etc it wasn't a memorable conversation but it was pleasent.

  
  

  So since it was such a beautiful day out, I decided to stand in the sun, get those vitamin B's and E's etc into my system and watch... Like all parades, you wish the Shriners in their small vechicles would all crash into each other causing a miniature fireball of a wreck in the middle of the street, but that never happens... But a few funny things did happen:
  
  1) One of the bands played Indiana Jones Theme song... it was the most painful thing I have ever had to stand through... and I played band for five years straight in high school and went to 3 national competitions... I felt sorry for them.

  
  

  2) The Skipping Fireballs (team name I guess) of competitive skippers, got tangled up in their own ropes, it was more entertaining watching them get out of it than attempt to skip.

  
  

  3) The Firetrucks were either trying to get to a fire or were part of the parade because they were blaring their sirens constantly and I mean constantly. It was so loud I didn't even feel my phone ringing.

  
  

  4) To top it all off, there was a '63 Thunderbird driven by an older person with a hat... Behind him were two little kids in one of those Hot-Wheel type cars that drive on batteries was constantly stopping and starting behind that car.. it was funny. I was expecting the kids to get pissed off, yell at the driver and flip him the bird as they drove by... But, alas, they didn't.

  
  

  Went to breakafst with the folks afterwards... and saw the movie Domino as well. Interestingly well done for a Tony Scott film, no matter what the reviews were.

  
  

  Quote of the Day:

  
  

  I was chatting with N today and we were talking about how she thinks that she is Caboose from RvB and this convo came up:

  
  

  N> lol.. but, I'm Caboose aren't I? ... I'm so confused (in her best caboose whisper)
  Vx> Honestly I'm not too sure, but if you truly feel that you are Caboose, then if you work hard enough at it, and eat all your vegtables, I'm sure you'll grow up to be a GREAT Caboose.
  N> lol that is AWESOME, ROTFLMAO

  
  

   

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