Terrorism in St. Albans!
I've grown a little less fond of this state since everything fun to do has ended until Regatta.
Case in point, the most exciting part of my day was when Brittany and I were on the never-ending search for water for mom in St. Albans, and we saw a large crowd of kids at the Brick House. So, we decided to drive on through and see if we recognized anyone of consequence. Of course not - everyone there was probably barely sixteen, so we [read: I] decided to have some fun and scream loudly as possible and plow right through a mob of bad dye-jobs, tight pants, and distasteful piercings. It was great fun for about thirty seconds. The terror in their can't-even-buy-cigarettes-but-I-still-smoke eyes. Oh, how I love how relentless the Tank appears to be. (I rest my case.)
Actually, now that I think about it... that was a pretty awesome idea.
Makes me feel old, though.
Case in point, the most exciting part of my day was when Brittany and I were on the never-ending search for water for mom in St. Albans, and we saw a large crowd of kids at the Brick House. So, we decided to drive on through and see if we recognized anyone of consequence. Of course not - everyone there was probably barely sixteen, so we [read: I] decided to have some fun and scream loudly as possible and plow right through a mob of bad dye-jobs, tight pants, and distasteful piercings. It was great fun for about thirty seconds. The terror in their can't-even-buy-cigarettes-but-I-still-smoke eyes. Oh, how I love how relentless the Tank appears to be. (I rest my case.)
Actually, now that I think about it... that was a pretty awesome idea.
Makes me feel old, though.