Double Flee A

Parking in this neighborhood is ridiculous. When you get a parking spot within half a block of your house here, you quickly hire a professional photographer to come and preserve the moment so that you can blow it way up and hang it on the ceiling over your bed. Anyone having a nightmare who woke up and saw their car in a good parking spot like that would snuggle down peacefully for certain. I drove around for fifteen minutes last night before I settled for a spot about a block away. That's half a block better than I would have got had I not driven around. When it gets cold nobody wants to walk anywhere.

I was getting back after the normal time becuase I'd been at "monster jam", a monster truck rally at the marshmallow dome downtown. I grew nauseated by the public's acquiescence to the disembodied voice on the P.A. saying to please rise, and then they played Lee fucking Greenwood's god bless the USA. They all just stood there. I wanted to sit, but for the first time ever, instead of sitting, I didn't. There wasn't one person sitting in the entire metrodome and the big ol' anthem hadn't even started yet. I was angry with myself for not having the cajones to sit that one out, so when some little girl started ruining the national anthem I went out for a bratwurst. When I got back, my friend who I was sitting next to starts in on me about leaving: "Next time you want to disrespect something like that, don't do it when a vietnam vet is sitting right there." He gestured to some guy to prove his point was salient. I told him that, actually, my freedom to go get a hot dog is what this ceremony is all about and I have the right to do whatever I want, and that I can't believe he's saying this to me. He says something like "Well, still. You know what you were doing was pretty messed up." I looked at him and told him he must be out of his mond and that was the end of it. Man. You think you know some people and they surprise you. I couldn't do what I wanted which was get out of there and not talk to him for a long time over being such a dolt, because I had left my stuff in his car, which we had taken over there. I bet he wouldn't have spoken to me like that if it hadn't been in there, either. His sensibilities are informed to a large extent, by treacherous females. This is true.

Anyway, that ruined "monster jam" (not that base commercialism masked in patriotism was that good to begin with; there were three America themed monster trucks, "Madusa", "Ameriquest freedom" and some other one.), as mandatory nationalistic enthusiasm ruins everything "say cheese" style. And where do they get the terribly singing girls to maim the national anthem like that? People would cheer if a fucking dog howled the thing.

posted by dale @ 10:56 AM