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[wickedflea]

So I was in Tuscaloosa last night and today to take care of some business before I head north at the end of the week. I didn't feel like trying to find a couch to sleep on, so I just got a motel room. But at the first motel I went to, they flippin' turned me away because they don't take LOCALS. I was gabberflasted. I wasn't taking a whore there--I just wanted a place to sleep! And damn, my driver's license may have a local address, and I may have lived there for two years, but I am not and never was a LOCAL. I should have gotten another bumper sticker: "I'm not with you fuckers; I just live here." That'd fit me just about anywhere I lived. :D

This afternoon after I'd visited my insurance agent and the car-tag place and my storage joint, I stopped at McDonald's on my way out of town to drop the bomb and get a Coke. While I was at the drink station, an older lady was fawning over a little girl, saying she looked JUST like her niece when she was little--had the same face, hair, everything! She just couldn't believe it. Eventually the little girl went back to her table, and the lady turned to me and said, "She looks just like her! Even has the same teeth!"

Her face fell, and she lowered her voice. "They ended up having to have her teeth veneered," she confessed.

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[cierrablue.livejournal.com]

The weirdest stuff happens to you. It would be awesome to follow you around with a video camera for a month and shoot a documentary. "The weirdness Chris sees and strange conversations find himself in." It could be Fox's new reality show.

[first-lobster.livejournal.com]

My college roommate was from Tuscaloosa- she said that they'd installed speakers on the main street of town to play "Sweet Home Alabama" on a loop. I was actually thinking about that the other day, wondering if it was true.
It seems like something someone from Alabama would make up, but it also seems like something someone from Alabama would do, so I then got stuck in a loop.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Oh GOD, I believe it. It was probably down on the strip near campus for football game day. I avoided going anywhere near campus on those days. And you really do hear that song everywhere. It's ridonkulous!

How did your roommate talk about that kind of thing? Did she say it was awful, or great, or sorta kinda both at the same time?

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I actually have a friend who's on a TV show and wants to pitch that very idea! I'd have to have total control, though. :D

[cierrablue.livejournal.com]

Perfect!

[lulu-girl.livejournal.com]

""They ended up having to have her teeth veneered," she confessed."

HAHAHAHHAHAHAH

ps: U HORE!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

crasy too! ;)

[hah-sone.livejournal.com]

I thought you lived in Tuscaloosa. Dubya tee eff.

[first-lobster.livejournal.com]

She was mostly like "eyeroll my town is full of hicks." But also sorta kinda both.

I kind of feel the same way about my hometown- it's always a mixture of adoration and embarassment. I don't really trust people who despise their hometowns (which I run into a lot living in New York.) I feel like, as hickish as wherever you're from is, it's still a part of you. *teardrop from a baby angel*

[cierrablue.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday kiddo!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Thanks, schweethaht. :D It's actually not till 10/1, so you have the honor of being way ahead of the game. ;)

[cierrablue.livejournal.com]

I'm a dork. Sorry. Talk about premature.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Oh, hush. You ain't never been no dork!

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

There was some episode of Mad TV where people found some park (or building) by listening to Sweet Home Alabama. (Take a left at the first chorus, etc.) Hee.

Oh, that reminds me...

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

I was watching The Simpsons the other night, and Nelson said, "Prose before hos." :)