$3 Reality Check
Whenever I grow weary of citylife and all the crime, traffic, litter, congestion, and 10 year olds dressed like pimps that come with it, there is one place in the world I can count on to give me some perspective and make me really appreciate my life.
That place is the Wounded Minnow.
A tacky small town bar with all the charm of a two dollar whore, the Minnow is full of people who haven't changed - for better or worse - one iota in the past decade. It's cover bands and warm pitchers of Bud and unfortunate fashion choices; mall hair and Polo and bad dancing. And it's enough to turn me into a bona fide City Asshole who looks around with thinly veiled disdain, chugs one beer and hits the door like her shoes are on fire.
I like to go whenever I'm home.
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The Boyfriend-Family introductions went as smoothly as predicted, with nary a beer-spitting incident all weekend. The Tequila Red Hometown Tour™ included a trip to my favorite thrift store, my former high school, the home of my town's most famous resident (Ed Lowe, inventor of kitty litter!), Wal-Mart, and a farm with two gay horses.
Concert Josh was also forced to hold a baby, listen to copious amounts of country music, pretend to listen to my dad talk about golf, and watch Pretty Woman instead of the World Series.
And STILL he likes me.
That place is the Wounded Minnow.
A tacky small town bar with all the charm of a two dollar whore, the Minnow is full of people who haven't changed - for better or worse - one iota in the past decade. It's cover bands and warm pitchers of Bud and unfortunate fashion choices; mall hair and Polo and bad dancing. And it's enough to turn me into a bona fide City Asshole who looks around with thinly veiled disdain, chugs one beer and hits the door like her shoes are on fire.
I like to go whenever I'm home.
The Boyfriend-Family introductions went as smoothly as predicted, with nary a beer-spitting incident all weekend. The Tequila Red Hometown Tour™ included a trip to my favorite thrift store, my former high school, the home of my town's most famous resident (Ed Lowe, inventor of kitty litter!), Wal-Mart, and a farm with two gay horses.
Concert Josh was also forced to hold a baby, listen to copious amounts of country music, pretend to listen to my dad talk about golf, and watch Pretty Woman instead of the World Series.
And STILL he likes me.
Tequila Red called it a day @ 9:10 AM
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