Man, MySpace Is Cool
Last night I created a MySpace account (because all of the Cool Kids did so last year). This morning a hot girl named Ana had already seen my profile and sent me this.
Hiya. How’s everything? I’m a newly single girl, and I don’t want to be single anymore. So I’m looking for a friend. Maybe friends with a little on the side 😉 Let’s start talking and see what develops.
Who knows, maybe we’ll hit it off right away. My address is crown21[deleted to protect my newly found love]@yahoo.! I’ll be waiting..
See you later.
Everyone needs a friend with a little on the side, right? She even sent me this note without even seeing a picture of me, although I have to admit that I fibbed a bit on my birthdate and made myself five years younger. Had I known that Ana had been waiting for me to join I would have done so a long time ago!
MySpace, you should be called MyBestestSpaceEva!
Don’t Go Back To Lumpkin
Here’s a travel tip for those of you traveling toward southwest Georgia. Gas stations are few-and-far between, and ATMs and quality grocery stores are all-but nonexistent. These are my findings from this past Friday.
I took off for Providence Canyon State Park knowing that I would need to stop for food for Friday night’s dinner, some cash, and eventually petrol. I made the mistake thinking that since I would be exiting interstate highways my travels would take me through numerous towns and thus there would be ample opportunity to get each.
After riding with the low gas indicator illuminated for longer than made me comfortable I entered the town of Lumpkin. I found a gas station relatively quickly so I was somewhat relieved. I asked the the attendant (who was of Indian/Pakistan decent — imagine that even in rural Georgia) where the nearest grocery store was and he simply pointed down the road. Okay, I got back into my car and drove all around the town square and saw nothing (except a sign on a store that said “Christian Gun Sales” — I kid you not). I then entered the drug store and asked the woman inside where the grocery store was, and she replied “Do you know where the jailhouse is?” — I kid you not again. After driving around the town square a second time I started to wonder if these people were playing with the city-slicker, and then I found a small storefront which resembled a store which sells groceries. The store was about six aisles bid, but luckily provided me with most of the ingredients that I needed. I was also fortunate that I had enough cash to cover the cost because the store didn’t take credit cards.
I quickly sped away from Lumpkin never to return…
ITP Flickr Pic
Canyon Teaser, taken from the lookout point near the park’s entrance…
Many pictures of the canyon will be uploaded tonight to my Flickr account.
Near Campus Interruptus
Friday night couldn’t not have been much better than it was. A sparse group of hashers, five of us to be exact, drove down on Friday. We talked, played Uno, drank to excess, and cooked up some delicious food. Although some dark clouds passed overhead in the afternoon, the night was brilliantly clear and I saw stars that I’d never see around Atlanta.
On Saturday I hiked the park, camera ready and took some fairly interesting shots. Upon returning from the hike other hashers had arrived at camp and things were starting to liven up.
I made my first mistake of the day by shortcutting through what appeared to be a harmless creek and winding up waist deep in mud. Not exactly what I was hoping for, especially since there were no showers available. Things got worse when near the end of the hash the skies, which had once been a brilliant blue, turned dark gray and then unleashed a downpour. One thing to know about my tent is that it’s not the most waterproof one in the world, and since I wasn’t really expecting it to rain I didn’t take many rainproofing measures. I considered hiking up to get my car and pack all of my shit up and leave, but after realizing how stupid that idea was I poured a beer and started drinking. Luckily, the rain stopped, and things cleared up thereby giving my gear a chance to dry out a bit before I dragged my drunken ass into it for a cold, short night sleep.
In the end the hash camping was a huge success.
There’s No Amazing Race Update Today
Because they did another “too be continued episode”…
However I will say this.
– If those Cho Bros don’t grow a spine they won’t win. There is no need for them to play Ugly Americans a la ‘Bama, but nice guys finish last, or at best in fifth.
– Did anyone else know that they Beauty Queens were not natural blondes. I was stunned when I saw he family of Dustin (or was it Kandice? — all those hot blondes look the same to me). 🙂
– One male model riding piggy-back smacking the ass of the other, both seemed to enjoy it. Yeah, they are just good friends.
– Of course Kimberly owns one of those annoying long-haired yappy lap dogs!
Watching Amazing Race and Survivor always reminds me what a cold, blackened heart I must have. I never understand why people get so emotional when they are away from family (which I have) and loved ones (which I do not have) and then see a video or get a letter from them. Hell, even if you win on Survivor you are only on the island for thirty-nine days! Just call me Scrooge.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – wishing it was Friday
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Neko Case — “Star Witness”
Website Of The Day – Tonight I’ll be checking out Diet Television. If you’ve read this space for awhile you know why…
Exercise (b)Log – hashing on Saturday, included pulling myself out of the glory hole.
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
Up to your waist in mud, just like everyone on Amazing Race. Pretty good coincidence, huh?
Yeah! When I saw them going through the mud and complaining I thought just how bad they would be at hashing. 😉
Yeah, I laughed about the ass-slapping, too. I also liked that the Cho’s were sporting the miner’s shirts.
As to your cold-hearted comment, I think maybe you’re just a little more worldly than many of those contestants. Some of them have never even left their own state, more or less traveled the world for an extensive amount of time. Plus, they’re running on little sleep, through numerous time zones, etc. I think it would be easy to miss home/your family if you’d never been away that long/that far before, and they’re probably wishing they could share it with their families.
I knew I wasn’t the only one who would pick up on the ass-slapping. 🙂
hate to admit it Paulie, but when I heard a car fire up and drive off at 6am Sun, I thought it might be you, as you have departed early before. Given the status of your tent after the rain, with it’s bathtub like qualities… it would have have been understandable. Wet and cold = very bad. 😉
As it turned out my situation was better than others. Besides, I couldn’t have left that early because my car was up at the Intervention Center and I don’t think that the gate would have been open.
I’m glad you stayed…or we might not heard the most memorable line of the weekend….’if you really need to puke, you can smell my tights’.
I was brought up to be a gentleman, therefore I always like helping women puke.
I did appreciate the offer, though. It would have continued my tradition of puking at Black Sheep/ Pine Lake campouts. Too bad you didn’t have an oil can handy!
Then again, if I did puke on you, I don’t think it would have mattered much. You were pretty manky…
Blessed, blessed rain!
you still game for seeing the show tonight? should be a good one…
I’ll be there, unless you all turn me away at the door for being under-dressed.
no way. we are good (or so people say), but we aren’t super fancy. under dressed is just fine.
Then I will be there. I’ll be the bearded one in the brown hoodie, old skool blue suede Pumas and jeans.
I remembered last night my other observations from The Race last week–all the mispronounciations of Helsinki. What was up with that?!
Oh yeah, I forgot about that! I was surprised too. I am sure that I would butcher many of the city / place names too, but Helsinki? C’mon….