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Zillah, My Good Friend

Other reflections on the trip:

Despite being corrected a dozen times, in my mind there is still no geographical, sociological or topographical distinction between Cle Ellum, Enumclaw and Yakima. I confuse them repeatedly and relentlessly and probably always will.

Our judgement was truly a little off when we thought offering an 18-year-old boy, who happened to pick up the phone when were actually calling for his Mom, a sizable wad of cash to be our chauffeur for the evening was a good idea. We called for his Mom. She wasn't in. He was. If he had (smart boy, screening his calls) answered when we called back, there is a 98% chance that we would be missing right now.

Rocking horses made from real horse hair and horse skin are scary little fuckers, especially when the moonlight hits the shiney plastic eye just right.

A tiara worn at anything less than a 30 degree off-center tilt is simply unacceptable. If it was on straight, it just wouldn't be Sideways now would it?

Falling asleep out in the grass looking up at the stars is cool, but waking up BEFORE the sprinklers went on at 5 am is even cooler.

posted by gracegow @ 11:54 AM