Oh, hell no.
Maybe I should change this feature to A.B.G.W.B.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
KUBIANDO! (translation: Buy our cheap crap! Welcome!)
It was a stellar weekend here at TCP and wife. First, we went to Delaware Park for the simulcast of the Kentucky Derby, where I blew far too much cash incorrectly picking horses. Well, I did correctly pick the losers, but I wasn't going for that. Since Barbaro was a favorite, I stayed away from him like Denise Richards would like Charlie Sheen to stay away from her. Charlie Sheen probably did, too, seeing as how he gambles.
Sunday, in retaliation, my wife dragged me to the Spoutwood Farm Fairie Festival, in Middle Of Nowhere, PA. We were greeted at the gate either by fairies, or by hyperactive teenage girls dressed as fairies who couldn't afford acting lessons, imploring us to shout "Kubiando!", a term for which I have provided possible translations above. Did you know that fairies have eastern European accents? Inside, we spotted all sorts of freaks, liberals, weirdos, sprout-eaters, Kerry-voters, goofballs, pansexuals, misanthropes, and hot, HOT young hippy chicks and goth girls dressed in skimpy winged costumes with knee-high lace-up black boots. Something for everyone. At least one thing for me, anyway. I mean, you have to love a festival that has a sign at the front saying "No Nudity". My wife purchased any number of worthless merchandise that had a fairie on it, was fairie-shaped, or invoked fairies in some abstract way. Then we ate lunch and a chocolate-covered banana for dessert, and went home.
Next weekend...well, for me there is no next weekend, until we get this freaking place started up. Turnarounds, as I have noted, are hell.
Sunday, in retaliation, my wife dragged me to the Spoutwood Farm Fairie Festival, in Middle Of Nowhere, PA. We were greeted at the gate either by fairies, or by hyperactive teenage girls dressed as fairies who couldn't afford acting lessons, imploring us to shout "Kubiando!", a term for which I have provided possible translations above. Did you know that fairies have eastern European accents? Inside, we spotted all sorts of freaks, liberals, weirdos, sprout-eaters, Kerry-voters, goofballs, pansexuals, misanthropes, and hot, HOT young hippy chicks and goth girls dressed in skimpy winged costumes with knee-high lace-up black boots. Something for everyone. At least one thing for me, anyway. I mean, you have to love a festival that has a sign at the front saying "No Nudity". My wife purchased any number of worthless merchandise that had a fairie on it, was fairie-shaped, or invoked fairies in some abstract way. Then we ate lunch and a chocolate-covered banana for dessert, and went home.
Next weekend...well, for me there is no next weekend, until we get this freaking place started up. Turnarounds, as I have noted, are hell.
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