Jimmy Buffett is god
Today I explored my heritage. I threw on my wife beater and kicked off my shoes. No, I'm not talking about my persian roots you idiot, I'm talking about the part of Lindsey that you all may not know about, the nebraska farm girl portion of me (well maybe not me but at least 1/2 of my genetic composition). My friends and I had our white trash BBQ today. Everyone dressed up, everyone ate too much, everyone played ultimate frisbee and got coated in mud.
I made white trash sandwiches and enhanced the ambiance with a sweet mix of luscious melodies that I put together yesterday instead of studying. Finally my forbidden (and some what embarrassing) love of country came in useful. There I said it, liberation. I like country. Not the new stuff, ol'timey or the 80's honky tonk. Maybe this has nothing to do with roots, maybe I have just spent too much time at lake tulluch? Ehhh, who can really say? Although I am also a killer bull rider, why are all of my hidden talents so fucking worthless? Great, I have drinking and bull riding......maybe I am more white trash than I thought? Well, it was a lovely day, sunny and warm! I got some awesome pics that I'll post at some point. Plus, what is funnier than listening to british people imitate southerners?
Eventually frisbee turned into a game of ultimate. Cameron and I beat the shit out of each other, well actually he beat the shit out of me. Think about it, 6'5 piece of muscle and a 5'2 piece of Lindsey hurdling towards each other at full throttle. I got served, over and over again. I forgot how fun it is to run around diving, sliding and colliding until your pants are so sweated to your ass that you know there isn't any hope for a bathroom break in the near future. I have done nothing but make fun of frisbee, rightfully so, but it is fun. I'll give it that. My feet are black and bleeding, my head is pounding from getting knocked around too many times, and I have to say for the first time in years, I Feel ALIVE......Ok, thats a stretch, but it really made me miss being a kid, why can't I just spend every day barefoot running around with my friends?
I made white trash sandwiches and enhanced the ambiance with a sweet mix of luscious melodies that I put together yesterday instead of studying. Finally my forbidden (and some what embarrassing) love of country came in useful. There I said it, liberation. I like country. Not the new stuff, ol'timey or the 80's honky tonk. Maybe this has nothing to do with roots, maybe I have just spent too much time at lake tulluch? Ehhh, who can really say? Although I am also a killer bull rider, why are all of my hidden talents so fucking worthless? Great, I have drinking and bull riding......maybe I am more white trash than I thought? Well, it was a lovely day, sunny and warm! I got some awesome pics that I'll post at some point. Plus, what is funnier than listening to british people imitate southerners?
Eventually frisbee turned into a game of ultimate. Cameron and I beat the shit out of each other, well actually he beat the shit out of me. Think about it, 6'5 piece of muscle and a 5'2 piece of Lindsey hurdling towards each other at full throttle. I got served, over and over again. I forgot how fun it is to run around diving, sliding and colliding until your pants are so sweated to your ass that you know there isn't any hope for a bathroom break in the near future. I have done nothing but make fun of frisbee, rightfully so, but it is fun. I'll give it that. My feet are black and bleeding, my head is pounding from getting knocked around too many times, and I have to say for the first time in years, I Feel ALIVE......Ok, thats a stretch, but it really made me miss being a kid, why can't I just spend every day barefoot running around with my friends?