Thirteen Thousand Words
I thought of writing something about all that happened over my X-mas break. Stuff about the elderly couple in the San Antonio airport who believed mistakenly that everyone at gate 36 wanted to hear all thirty of their ring tone possibilities. Twice. Stuff about the guy who passed out right in front of me on the flight back to Frankfurt. Stuff about making salsa. About howling like a dog. About being referred to Immigration while crossing from Mexico at 1am. About Plastic River Jesus. About shoving twelve grapes into my mouth. About shoving burnt corn into my mouth. About shoving cream pie shakes into my mouth. About pregnant fish. About the perils of walking barefoot on the riverwalk at night. About bulls with big balls. About Kinsey not being the easiest movie to sit through with your mom at your side. About being saved by Christian missionaries in Mannheim at 1:30am. About everything.
Instead I'll let these more interesting thirteen out of the 143 photos I have saved on my hard drive speak their own very short stories. Sadly not pictures of everything mentioned above. My camera just wasn't handy enough.
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