New experiment for my LJ
I've realized that my life is really boring. The events that occur in it are very typical and dry. The only thing of interest is the string of things I experience. Listing long experiences in text is both boring for me as the writer and you as the reader. So, I've decided to experimentally turn my LJ into a pictorial of my experiences...
Rainy went back home tonight by rail. As we waited at the station we took a look at the newly painted mural by Denise Spaulding of nearby Catlettsburg.
After I finished snapping those pics, she said, "Oh, damn! I never got my cotton candy... which I normally wouldn't care about, but Misty built it up so much that it feels like a let down now." I mentioned that the station was right next to Ashland's fourth of July celebration carnival. It was about 11:30 PM by this point, so we weren't sure if there was anyone even still out there. There weren't any more people out there, but we quickly found a hot dog stand, like an oasis in a trampled grass desert.
As we walked up, a friendly man came around the side and started putting the condiments away on the table just below the window. I asked him if he had any cotton candy left. "Just the one bag here. You can have it." It was like a brick from the humidity. He offered to give us as many corn dogs as we liked. We both declined at first, but when he insisted, saying that whatever we didn't take would just be thrown away, I accepted. I made a passing mention about how stale the cotton candy was to Rainy and the man called in to the three ladies inside to start the cotton candy machine up for us. I insisted that he didn't because it would be too much trouble. "Not at all," he said. We got a fresh bag. I gave them 4 dollars since they were so nice and insisted they take it. We walked away very happy.
Very pleased with our lucky break, we returned to the train station to wait.
A nice guy with a railroad scanner told us the train would be there in 25 minutes or so. At long last, the train arrived and Rainy boarded as the conductor was reaching his wit's end trying to figure out whether three, somewhat dim passengers wanted to get out here, or the next stop.
With two short blasts of the trains horn, Rainy's train left the station.
Rainy went back home tonight by rail. As we waited at the station we took a look at the newly painted mural by Denise Spaulding of nearby Catlettsburg.
After I finished snapping those pics, she said, "Oh, damn! I never got my cotton candy... which I normally wouldn't care about, but Misty built it up so much that it feels like a let down now." I mentioned that the station was right next to Ashland's fourth of July celebration carnival. It was about 11:30 PM by this point, so we weren't sure if there was anyone even still out there. There weren't any more people out there, but we quickly found a hot dog stand, like an oasis in a trampled grass desert.
As we walked up, a friendly man came around the side and started putting the condiments away on the table just below the window. I asked him if he had any cotton candy left. "Just the one bag here. You can have it." It was like a brick from the humidity. He offered to give us as many corn dogs as we liked. We both declined at first, but when he insisted, saying that whatever we didn't take would just be thrown away, I accepted. I made a passing mention about how stale the cotton candy was to Rainy and the man called in to the three ladies inside to start the cotton candy machine up for us. I insisted that he didn't because it would be too much trouble. "Not at all," he said. We got a fresh bag. I gave them 4 dollars since they were so nice and insisted they take it. We walked away very happy.
Very pleased with our lucky break, we returned to the train station to wait.
A nice guy with a railroad scanner told us the train would be there in 25 minutes or so. At long last, the train arrived and Rainy boarded as the conductor was reaching his wit's end trying to figure out whether three, somewhat dim passengers wanted to get out here, or the next stop.
With two short blasts of the trains horn, Rainy's train left the station.