Friday, January 22, 2010
I'll get back to somewhat regular blogging soon. I still have at least two posts left in the Breaking the Master Narrative series and I intend to weigh in on Pat Robertson's statements about Haiti and the Trijicon ACOG Bible verse bullshit (at the same time, with a wider perspective. I'm way behind the curve on the whole "quick outrage" thing and anyone can do that, anyway...). But for the moment I have a deeply important question: Will I become immune to the idea of seeing conventionally hot, blond cheerleader types everywhere I go in Dallas at some point? I mean, I was at a place called Cool River last night and it was like someone unleashed the Fembots for a Thursday night of $15 cocktails (seriously, it was, like, $16.25 for a Bookers. Bookers is good bourbon, but that's friggin' nuts. And don't get me started on paying $25 for a decent MacCallan vintage. I can buy a damn bottle of MacCallan 18 for $125 for the love of crap. On a totally unrelated note, I bought a bottle of Lagavulin 18 before I came down. Turns out that was a prescient decision, since I can find Lagavulin 16 all over the place but no 18. I miss Binny's). Oh, and there was that one old dude who was probably the Senior Vice President in charge of Purchasing for some company or other who was just breakin' it down on the dance floor. You've got to love it when the corporate types go all Breakin' II: Electric Boogaloo on the last night of the convention before they have to get back on the plane... But, seriously, what's up with the blond cheerleader types in Dallas? Are they Fembots? I mean, I know there's at least a 50-50 chance they're armed, anyway, but do just have Glocks or do machine guns pop out of their jumblies? Inquiring minds want to know. I'd also like to know if I'll hit a point where I'm totally immune to attractive blond women and develop an attraction to girls with strange facial deformities or something just on the principle that unique is attractive. Does that happen?