A case of the Mondays
NHS&W was totally fun, relaxing and inspiring. Big thanks to the Pinko Commie for carting my ass & sharing the same absurd sense of reality humor. The day zoomed by, now it is Monday, and I’m suffering from a bit of overwhelm-ed-ness.
A full report forthcoming, until then, there are photos. And even More photos! Our trip within the trip was highly amusing. Perhaps it was so sad that it had to be amusing. I think I lead a highly insulated existence. The town of Lebanon, NH kind of blew my mind. “Live free or die” is supposedly the state motto, but, what was overwhelming to the point of comedy were all the “NO! this or that” sighs EVERYWHERE! ‘Live free or die as long as you walk in a strait line and wear shoes, breathe only out of your nose and smoke cigarettes whilst chewing gum’
Tho, they do have liggett drugs! The goods, if you will.
I took this photo for you, Mike E
♥
I hope you had a fun rest of the day Saturday!
May 14th, 2007 | #
Why are there never any pictures of you???
May 14th, 2007 | #
You are a hoot! W. Leb is a nightmare- too bad that is where you stopped in NH! Thanks for the photos- I forgot to bring a camera and loved to see pics of the event again. It was hard to leave Sat and know that I won’t go back for a whole year. Did you purchase any yarn or fiber?
May 14th, 2007 | #
Great pictures!
May 14th, 2007 | #
I so wish I had gotten to spend more time with you. Next month, warn VT, I’m coming over!
May 14th, 2007 | #
Ooops! You’ve been tagged - the rules for this one are in this evenings’s post on my blog. Are you going to be at the Fiber Frolic?
May 15th, 2007 | #
I wish I could have been there! Your photos are great. Did I see you driving a Prius?
May 16th, 2007 | #
Hey Pippi
Sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner to say thanks for the pic — but I coincidentally had just filled my own prescription of Legit drugs moments before I read this post. So I decided: “What the hell?” And walked like a pilgrim to Leggitt Drugs in West Lebanon to kiss the Holy Sign.
And also to steal it.
My plan was to carry it home on my back like Jesus carried the Cross. But since I’ve already been punished for the sins of others – Half of my life I spent doing time… – I changed my mind.
Realized that the Holy Sign & I should travel the elegant way. So I prowled the streets of West Lebanon & looked for a Cadillac to borrow. I was going to prop the sign up next to me in the passenger seat — you know, like God Is My Co Pilot — then drive it back to MG TANK’s house and trade it for a small pile of Adderall.
There were a few Cadillacs around town. But none suitable. They were all rudely beneath the greatness of the Liggitt sign’s stature.
I reverently insisted on Headroom.
And there were no Cadillac convertibles around. I looked, Pippi — swear I did. Prowled the streets long past dawn, muttering “Must..Have…Headroom.” I was talking to myself, but — as is often the case — it turns out I spoke to myself rather loudly.
Thought I finally found what I needed when some local — well, I assume he was from New Hampshire since he looked so dumb — stopped to tell me that he knew where I could find Headroom.
No shit?
“Yeah. I work with the guy.” He said, “You want his autograph, right? He comes on at noon right across the street.”
The local pointed to Kentucky Fried Chicken.
“Stop in any time after the lunch rush.” The passer-by advised. “Just ask for Max.”
“Max?” I asked bewilderedly.
“Sure, Max. Max Headroom.” Then he sauntered off to work. But quickly turned back, as if he were compelled by a power greater than himself, and informed me of one last thing.
“You know.” He spoke sternly. “Max could get back in the TV business. Why, just the other day the Geico people called to offer him a commercial spot. Hell he could be famous again — just like those Cavemen! But he don’t care about nothin anymore. Wouldn’t even bother to work except he needs money to buy his crack!”
No shit?
I crossed the street. Hung around the back entrance to KFC. And even though I didn’t get the sign, Pippi, the trip wasn’t a total waste. Because I got to smoke crack with Max Headroom!
Plus I convinced him to quit his job & go on Mike E’s Day Off Tour. Why not? Sell crack in the parking lot!
So yeah. I didn’t get the sign but still I was positively satisfied with a Job Well Done. Before I left though I wanted to pop into Liggitt Drugs to kiss the pharmacist’s hand and thank him for doing the work of the Lord. But remembered how darkly discomforted my home-town pharmacist seems when I kiss his hand each month — and quickly changed my mind.
So I stole a pinball machine out of the nearest bowling alley & drove it home.
May 17th, 2007 | #
Dude I totally missed you on Saturday - suckage!
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May 18th, 2007 | #