Tolemite Is His Name
Toler is coming to town this afternoon, so expect an upcoming blog entry about the crappy movies we watched and the terrible food we bloated ourselves with. I expect many of our friends to join us tonight, and hopefully some to come along on our sojourn to the Gordyville flea market tomorrow. I need to go to Gordyville like I need a hole in my head, considering the stacks of unread paperbacks and unwatched VHS tapes from past Gordyville trips cluttering my house, but you never know what cool stuff you might find. Or what crazy person you might meet. On our last trip, Toler, LD, J Brown, Chicken and I encountered an older woman who started babbling some nonsense to us about...what was she babbling about? I don't recall all of it now, but I do remember that, after we finally escaped from her, she came up to us later while we were resting on some metal bleachers. She started talking to us about women and where our women are. LD said something like, "We get women the old-fashioned way. With alcohol." (great line) She laughed, took a playful swipe at LD's head, and said, "You fool." Finally her daughter came and dragged her away from us.