My Weekend In Girl-Land Dissolves Into Clothing Conspiracies

Where do I start?

So, mentioning this for the sake of lydiabell: I did not go to the Bluegrass Stakes this weekend, and I am so glad I did skip Keeneland because there were over thirty thousand people there and the track is just too tiny to support that many people in any way shape or form that would not result in me being massively uncomfortable. I will probably also skip this weekend but I am going with work next Thursday cause we'll have a box and betting on horses while on a company outing is fun.

I did go to Atomic Cafe afterward and had fun. I think most of the post-racers ended up at Cheapside as downtown was packed and shiny-sparkley and teeming with women in strapless sundresses at dusk. They had to be headed to Cheapside.

Yesterday, I needed my car back from Atomic (cause once I committed to doing shots - I caught a ride home with someone else) and I walked over a mile on East Third in the blazing sun. I was covered in sweat and exhausted by the time I got to my car so I rewarded myself with a cheap turquoise necklace from Third Street Stuff. I browsed at Joink but they didn't really have anything vintage so much as kitschy and I am already swimming in kitsch.

Now - before I left the house I was feeling kinda down. This Match.com thing is just a recipe for rejection. Since I don't have a picture up - I can't decide if that is worse. Do I want to be rejected because they don't like the way I look or do I want to be rejected because they don't like who I am?? Why am I even doing this now? I don't think it is even to avoid the Deadwood vid, at this point. I think this is just a challenge and it is pissing me off.

Also? Apollo1975 is just a bastard. Hee! Also2? Maybe I should stop choosing the guys to wink at based on who has a username I find fannishly appealing.

But anyway - on the walk to my car I was propositioned twice - AND told I either have a kickin' or hittin' ass... not really sure what was said as the car went by kinda fast, but hey! An EgoStroke is an EgoStroke and I ain't turning down any right now.

I shopped (for clothes! No DVDs in site!) and I got a pedicure and I had my eyebrows done and bitch took off WAAAAY too much so now I look permanently surprised and then I collapsed into watching "Farscape" with the girls, cause watching Flo devour Season 2-3 is fantastic! And SDW watched the mini!!

Then I did the big closet/cedar chest winter into summer switch and discovered that none of my jeans fit cause they all go together over the winter and decided they hate me. That has to be the only explanation as all of my dress pants in that size fit perfectly. Also? None of the jeans in the store that were my size fit either. And I exercised! I walked a whole mile! I SWEATED!

The jeans are all out to get me.

Dude - Not Going There. Okay, Maybe Just A Little

So I am working on a post about Americana and Roots music and Country and just...

Okay people: Kenny Wayne Shepherd is NOT Country. I know you just watched "Blue on Black" and I am thrilled for you because we should all watch "Blue on Black" cause that is a frelling INCREBIBLE VID and we need an incredible Deadwood vid like... like air. So first all hail killabeez

But please don't preface talking to me about the song as, "Well, ordinarily I hate country music..." because I will have to kill you. For many many reasons and HOW do you not know who this is?? HOW??? Did you know that a ZYGOTE wrote that song?

This message brought to you by my increasing frustration with music snobbery made only worse when it is ignorant music snobbery. Also, Lum made me remember this when we compared KWS to Jonny Lang this weekend and wow. Jonny Lang makes Kenny Wayne look butch. So cute. My heart.

Also Lum? Kenny Wayne sings now! I had no idea. I am almost afraid. I also feel very old as he is all grown up. Look! Facial Hair! ACK!