Random Rouge Friday
To market, to market I walked to the fancy-ish market Calandro's the other day for supplies. I definitely got the cold shoulder from the previously warm old-lady cashier after I offered up my cloth bags to the bagger and she carded me and saw my license was from the Jerse. Either she is suspicious of people concerned about the environment, or Jersey folk, or northeasterners, or Jersey folk who look way younger than their driver's license says, or all of the above. Bitch.
On the way home I noticed a new sit-down dining establishment called [So and So's] EAT PLACE. "Eat Place?" Was "Restaurant" too hoity-toity? I also noticed that just about anyone feels like they can talk to you if you're walking around down here, even some dude hanging out in front of the Walgreens.
"Can I holler at you for a few minutes?"
"Um, no thanks..."
I had hollering to do elsewhere. You know what I mean, though? Like I'm just walking around with two bags of groceries, but sure, let's have an old-fashioned Walgreens gab sesh.
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAD TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP My super fun pal Leah and I are going to be heading down in my VW bus from Philly to Baton Rouge a few weeks from now. (And then I'll have wheels again!) Your recommendations for: places to stop for the night that might be along the way, places to stop to look around that might be along the way, whether two women camping in the South would be recommended, how not to get murdered, etc. are most welcome. We're definitely stopping at a friend's ranch in Louisville, and may also stop in Nashville and/or Memphis.
What hath Jim Morrison wrought Speaking of Leah, we looove making fun of Jim Morrison, so I hope she sees this. A mindblowing audio and visual feast in a purple palate of manly mysticism, beast-within bears, noble eagles, and dream-catching dreamcatchers, Dreaming Bear is a website that keeps on giving. I can't stop looking at his Photoshopped montages, like this one, where he has angel wings and a tangle of baby bears is adorably roughhousing in front of thim. I think this one came after, and then the bear mauled him for getting so close to her babies.
UPDATE: [gasp] Dreaming Bear has a tramp stamp!