Bizzy bizzy little bee

No time to make interesting blog posts. This will have to do.



Flew Samantha out to meet me in Austin TX for Cinco de Mayo and the Pecan Festival. We had a nice time. Pictures above. Or possibly below. Never quite sure with blogger...

COMPARE AND CONTRAST
Two statements by Samantha:
1. About an altoid she has just spit out the window onto the street: "Oh, look how lonely the little altoid looks out there. I'm sorry, little altoid."
2. About her brother: "I suppose little whiner-boy will get whatever he wants, as usual..."


STATEMENTS MADE ON THE STREETS OF AUSTIN BY PEOPLE WHOSE HEARTS WERE MERRY WITH WINE

"First-, second-, third-, and fourth-generation hippies..."
- man my age, pointing at me, Samantha, a petite woman, and a little girl

"Oh!"
- blind man, after banging his head on an overhanging sign

"I look in the mirror, and I know I'm black, but am I ugly or what?"
- non-ugly 30-ish man, to himself


CONVERSATION WITH SAMANTHA
Me: I have no idea if that guy is gay. But those two guys there are.
Sam: How do you know?
Me: Well, I don't know. But they have perfect short haircuts, matching striped shirts, matching short socks & tennis shoes so white it blinds you, and their denim shorts are ironed, with creases. You don't get any gayer than that.
Sam [in a clearly audible voice]: Well, I think you can be gayer than that.
Me [to myself]: Well, yes. But not more embarrassed than me right now...


WHAT YOUR DAUGHTER WILL DRAW ON HER HAND AFTER DRINKING TWO DIET COKES WHILE YOU SLEEP ON THE FLIGHT HOME