Shallow rivers, lots of stereotypical white trash, and unintelligent staffing do not make for a completely enjoyable kayaking experience. Thankfully, good company has a way of off-setting these short-comings.

I've never been a fan of profiling, and up until today I'd never been a victim of such. Thanks to the bar Barcode for enlightening me as to just how awful it feels, even under the most ridiculous circumstances (which isn't to say that any circumstance is acceptable): "This guy's wearing jean shorts... should we let him in?" "F*** no" At which point they lost the patronage of about 10 people. Again, good company has a way of off-setting frustration.

Tonight I was also hit on in a bar for the first time ever. It was uncomfortable.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"I guess."
"Why do you look so pissed off?" (This is a specTACular pick-up line.)
"I've had a frustrating and exhausting day, I'm just tired."
"You like you want to dance!"
"I really do not, in fact, want to dance."
"Yeah, you do, I can see that smile." (This smile is due to discomfort, amazingly attractive and bubbly girl who is also probably quite drunk and if you aren't I'm still not going to dance with you because you're a stranger)
"No, I'm actually quite exhausted and comfortable here, but thanks for the offer." (She never heard that last part, because she was already walking away disgusted at this point... I am smooooooth.)



Michael Jackson is dead. This isn't related to anything else I've said. It has just struck me how strange that is. I'm not a particular fan, but I've grown up hearing his music every now and then, always having a face (well, several, if we're being honest) to put with it. Now, though, it seems absurd that this face will never again be photographed, filmed, or seen. It's weird to think that an icon, even one I'm not particularly fond of, is gone.

Farrah Fawcett is also dead, and the above holds true, I suppose - I've just never been acquainted with her work. This in no way is meant to lessen the impact her loss might be having, it just isn't as big for me.

Ed MacMahon is also dead. I cannot begin to fathom that.


This is from a collection of brief sayings that a man has about Christianity. Many of them are not as impactful... but this one struck me:

"Christian maturity is measured by how much we love others, not by how much more we know than others." - Larry Trammell


Other things! But at a later time!

Notes

Tuesday: Drove a lot. Semi Tread blew out the tire. Compressed air. Closed shops. Slow drive.

Wednesday: Delish b-fast. Mountain roads. Rainbow in Charleston. RAIN. Nerves.

Thursday: Long talk with Aunt Sandy. Lots of relatives. Fish out of water feeling. So many questions.

Friday: Pittsburgh. Primanti Bros. Catch with my cousin. Uncle Bob.

Saturday: Marathon. Wings. Falls for less than 30. To Jersey. Wrong turn. Late check-in.

Sunday: NYC. Wrong way, wrong turn, miserable feet. Good food.

Monday: Philly. Cheesesteaks are over-rated. People are buttholes. MD. Food with family. Awkward pause. Dominoes and card games. Picture of Grandpa.

Tuesday: DC. Never left the car. Worst city planning ever. I drove a bit. Too tired. Speeding ticket. Guilt trip.

Wednesday: TBA