Two-Step

So my camera died . . . well I forgot to charge it rather, so all I could take were these photos with my phone of yesterday's adventure. Other people had cameras, somewhere out there in the internet world there are horribly embarrassing photos of me. Hopefully I'll never see them.


Always a happy bumper sticker to see, especially on the start of a trip!


This comforter at Motel 6 knocked my socks off! Just kidding, I always wear my socks in motel rooms. There were only a few funky smells. (And a hole in our tub, sorry no photo).


We may not have had an alarm or radio in our room, but we had a bottle opener . . . nailed to the wall. What else do you really need at a Motel 6?


This was the bull at Cadillac Ranch that I was too scared to tackle.



This is my photographic interpretation of the level of drunkenness I had reached at 4 AM in a Connecticut Denny's.

Funny facts

One of the guys from the trip kept telling me I could order a comforter just like the one from Motel 6 online. Why he knew that? I have no idea. Update: I think he's full of shit. I couldn't find anything about it.

Some man tried the, "Are you a model?" line on me. Twice. After he did it to my friend.

I danced with the most delightful older gentlemen. He was sweet. The last guy that grabbed me and swung me onto the dance floor was not.

My friend played this song for me in the car ride down. I have no idea why. But it was fucking hilarious.

I met a lady who said "fuck" and "douche bag" more than me. She was my hero. She also carried a gun and rides a motorcycle. Those last two things scare me. She rocked out to Lita Ford with me in the car.

When I was at the height of my drunken state, I had to try to show my other drunk friend how to throw a "West Side" gang sign. We looked like two very autistic children trying to communicate with one another. It was so she could pose for a picture with her other friend that looks very much like this one. But it is not. That chic has sweaty pits.



Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I usually plan things around this holiday so I can spend it by myself and with close friends and family. It isn't a holiday for couples. It's a holiday to celebrate love and loved ones.

Chalk it up to experience

Andia gone wild.


I am secretly a Samurai.



One Day



Daniel


This representation does nothing for my assets.


I love my mutant ears, Andia.


Your head's not really that big; it was your hair, Andia.


Sorry, kid. I'm no van Gogh.

Tales From Lingerie

Usually I rely on this site, Cool Things In Random Places to learn about unusually great fun spots. And then there's my friend from work. She rides a lot on the backs of motorcycles and they stop a lot. I've learned about some mythical McDonald's in the mountains of NH with a fireplace and spiral staircase (no one can remember the way back there . . . spooky). And I learned about these two places:

The Paper House

and

Joe's Playland

Oh, you've already heard of Joe's. Bet you didn't go upstairs. Guess what's up there. Here's a clue.

The rest of this summer is gonna rock, come rain or come shine.