Briefy rambly thing for you Donnie and Marie fans.
It's really not a good idea to leave us in the middle of the Old West for two days with nothing to do.
Yesterday, Pogo and I went for a ride to see what we could see. At the time, I wasn't sure where we were. I thought it looked a little like the place where we made our short film, "Hands Up," but I knew that wasn't it. All I knew was that there were a lot of rocks and a great big hole in the ground. As we parked the car and walked to the hole, Pogo helpfully pointed out that we were indeed standing above the Grand Canyon. So. What do I know about U.S. geography?
Still, it was nice to gaze out over the art of nature. It felt very serene up there, and not once did I worry about Pogo trying to toss me into the canyon. Foolish, I know. As we looked out, Pogo told me how the canyon was formed hundreds (or was it millions?) of years ago by the Colorado River, as well as about the Native American tribes that populated the area. He also mentioned that his favorite Brady Bunch episode was when they went to the Grand Canyon and Bobby and Cindy got lost.
We considered riding mules to the bottom of the canyon, but both of us were parched by the summer heat and we decided to set off in search of a bar. And that's about all I remember from yesterday.
You know, give me whiskey and it's like mother's milk to me. Vodka is a refreshing beverage, perfect for any occasion. Gin, a delightful energy elixer. But give me a frou-frou drink like a Brandy Alexander, and suddenly I'm singing "You Say Potato, I Say PotAHto" to a bunch of grizzled old ranchers.
Only in my version, it's:
You say potato, I say potato
You say tomato, I say tomato
Potato, potato
Tomato, tomato
Why can't we just get along?
I wonder what we have planned today. Maybe the mule idea isn't a bad one.
Yesterday, Pogo and I went for a ride to see what we could see. At the time, I wasn't sure where we were. I thought it looked a little like the place where we made our short film, "Hands Up," but I knew that wasn't it. All I knew was that there were a lot of rocks and a great big hole in the ground. As we parked the car and walked to the hole, Pogo helpfully pointed out that we were indeed standing above the Grand Canyon. So. What do I know about U.S. geography?
Still, it was nice to gaze out over the art of nature. It felt very serene up there, and not once did I worry about Pogo trying to toss me into the canyon. Foolish, I know. As we looked out, Pogo told me how the canyon was formed hundreds (or was it millions?) of years ago by the Colorado River, as well as about the Native American tribes that populated the area. He also mentioned that his favorite Brady Bunch episode was when they went to the Grand Canyon and Bobby and Cindy got lost.
We considered riding mules to the bottom of the canyon, but both of us were parched by the summer heat and we decided to set off in search of a bar. And that's about all I remember from yesterday.
You know, give me whiskey and it's like mother's milk to me. Vodka is a refreshing beverage, perfect for any occasion. Gin, a delightful energy elixer. But give me a frou-frou drink like a Brandy Alexander, and suddenly I'm singing "You Say Potato, I Say PotAHto" to a bunch of grizzled old ranchers.
Only in my version, it's:
You say potato, I say potato
You say tomato, I say tomato
Potato, potato
Tomato, tomato
Why can't we just get along?
I wonder what we have planned today. Maybe the mule idea isn't a bad one.