Saturday, March 22, 2008

And you can add "while drunk" to the end of each sentence.

So we fired off that cannon. It was so loud I saw the shock wave travel through us (and our eardrums and brains), like that old footage of nuclear testing in Nevada. In the mornings we recovered and did the crossword. In the afternoons we sightsaw and took walks. When the sun would start to set we would slowly congregate in the living room (and noticed that these people are so rich that they have made the sun set over the water, which should not be possible on this coast). In the evenings friend and I took turns cooking for everyone (scallops ceviche, chili verde, clam linguine), and then we played games and the guitar.

Look at these little towns. They're like scale replicas of themselves.







3 comments:

Not Available said...

Mystic Pizza makes me laugh. I bet the pizza scene was hell before 1973.

Ken said...

"They're like scale replicas of themselves" is maybe my favorite line in any blog ever.

Anonymous said...

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!