MrPleasant wrote on Jan 22^nd, 2015 at 2:43pm:

I Agreed!

tighten up, Joey.

A woman, alone in a hotel room. Well, alone except for her mother.

There is no minibar, but I managed to drive to the local Aldi and procured Cheetos and wine. It's *that* kind of road trip.

I drank my first glass outside, smoking a cigarette by the pool while finishing the fourth Harry Potter novel. SPOILER ALERT: Voldemort RETURNS!!!!

The first local radio station the scan landed on began playing "Flying High Again" and the wild hairs began tickling my ass. Those Randy Rhodes years were good ones.

"Mama's gonna worry
I've been a bad, bad boy
No use saying sorry
It's something that I enjoy!"

Should I stop in the "O'Charley's" and have a drink? I managed to make it to the hotel, the siren song of WAY MANY TOO MANY CRAPPY CHAIN BARS visibly trying to  pull the Volvo station wagon back towards their labryinthine parking lots. The Applebee's, the Smokey Bones, the Longhorn, the Outback and the HOOTERS for chrissakes, the HOOTERS, I PASSED THE HOOTERS.

{{it was calling my name! i would sit at the bar and read the harry potter book, drinking jim beam rocks with a beer chaser and wait}}

Next I made it past GANDER MOUNTAIN which is a "firearms super center"......{{groooooan what is that?!?!?!?}}

I made it. And as I drove past Gander Mountain, the radio played Sympathy for the Devil but BEFORE they did, they played this clip of a person the DJ called "Michael Phillip Jagger" (they are in the KNOW here in the fucking heartland, baby) talking about "inspiration for songwriting" and Mick fucking said this:

"You know, things stir other things. And sometimes, you know the subject can be really quite personal."

I swear to you, this is almost perfectly verbatim the pablum I was subjected to, before fucking SFTD.

And I thought of y'all. My Stonesian kin.

Oh, there y'are, Flirty! I'm in Das Kapital. Thanks be to gawd for BBC America.

No no no, I'm still in Illinoise. Do yer math. The chick from Chicago sez she's in the capital, prolly that means Springfuckingfield.

I found out there's a lake near here. But BETTER, I found out about this:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poverty_Point

"The vast earthen architecture of this site was constructed by a foraging society of hunter- gatherers, not a settled agricultural people, which makes it all the more remarkable a site. It is still not understood how and why such a society could so totally transform this landscape. It may well be the largest hunter-gatherer settlement that has ever existed. Not only was it the largest settlement of its time in North America, but its design was absolutely unique and its construction required an unprecedented amount (over 750,000 cubic meters) of earth-moving. Poverty Point was also the center of a major exchange network with goods brought in from as far as 1,600 kilometers (1,000 miles) distant."

Howe cool is that? So really, I guess, thanks be to gawd for Wikipedia.

I am her chauffeur of choice for her post-retirement union rabble rousing excursions.

Are you pretending to be Scottish because of Some Little Jerk's posts?

Just wondering if I was remiss in not applying my own fake brogue or trill to the thread.

Well, ARE you black?

JUST KIDDING.

Wait a minute, your family's from Donegal and you're named Willy? Your ancestors must be rolling...

Well played.

Donegal, on the other hand, has a LOT of moss.

I like your pub pirate sign.
Wisdom it be.

I ran out of rum last night and had to drink Whiskey.
Head be a bit turned sideways this morning.
Grains are for bread.
Molasses-based distillates are my preference.

Aye got me some Chem Dawg though and that makes the head all better.