Thursday, October 9, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Louisville
I felt like a fool today for not grabbing my camera while I was searching for food this evening on 4th at Liberty as I walked with my eyes fixed on none other than Colonel Sanders himself. Sometimes, being a small unit on the road means taking whats given...and we got it that night. The general sentiment was to get the hell outta dodge, but, that night, being in Louisville, KY, I had to protest that I would not leave until I saw Colonel Sanders. So you can imagine my surprise and disappointment when I spied the fast food celebrity in his matching white hair-goatee-suit combo shaking hands with passerby. I had stumbled into a sort of Disneyland for grown-ups. In fact, I was carded on the street before I was allowed to enter and found my hands each marked with a big black 'm.' I found a cantina that I hoped would have a burrito on the menu. So a walked into this place was made completely of shiny plastic that had been molded and painted to resemble cartoonish wooden boards. I found my way to the bar and grabbed a menu.
Earlier, I had noticed the bartenders at Coyotes. Each of them was in their own personal bartending gear that exposed generous amounts of thigh and cleavage, wandering around the floor, smoking cigarettes and helping each other tie back their shirts to show off a little more skin where possible just before the doors opened. But even after witnessing that little dance I was surprised to look up from the menu to see Brandi at the cantina. She took the cake with her camo panties over the wide-diamond fishnets into the motorcycle boots. She wasn't exactly repulsive, but her choice of wardrobe wasn't helping her cause. So I tried not to laugh out loud and asked her if the restaurant was paying her extra to look that bad as I ordered my play-doh-like beans and sprinkle of rice wadded in a tortilla.
With my dinner in hand, I was happy to be leaving the 4th street promenade. It wasn't even 7:30 and there were tons of girls with unfortunate senses of fashion and dudes with unfortunate amounts of gel in their hair (if they had enough hair) all of whom had unfortunate drinking habits. I felt like I was becoming intoxicated just by being in the same airspace with these people.
Haha, and I think I'm getting sick. Tomorrow is a new day.
Earlier, I had noticed the bartenders at Coyotes. Each of them was in their own personal bartending gear that exposed generous amounts of thigh and cleavage, wandering around the floor, smoking cigarettes and helping each other tie back their shirts to show off a little more skin where possible just before the doors opened. But even after witnessing that little dance I was surprised to look up from the menu to see Brandi at the cantina. She took the cake with her camo panties over the wide-diamond fishnets into the motorcycle boots. She wasn't exactly repulsive, but her choice of wardrobe wasn't helping her cause. So I tried not to laugh out loud and asked her if the restaurant was paying her extra to look that bad as I ordered my play-doh-like beans and sprinkle of rice wadded in a tortilla.
With my dinner in hand, I was happy to be leaving the 4th street promenade. It wasn't even 7:30 and there were tons of girls with unfortunate senses of fashion and dudes with unfortunate amounts of gel in their hair (if they had enough hair) all of whom had unfortunate drinking habits. I felt like I was becoming intoxicated just by being in the same airspace with these people.
Haha, and I think I'm getting sick. Tomorrow is a new day.
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