Keep Your Friends Close

A number of friends and I are in the same hotel.

I like to fuck around with my friends, so after seeing Drag Me to Hell tonight (ok movie, laughs, scares without gore, very telegraphed ending) I stopped by Target and picked up a package of the largest tighty whiteys they sold.

I decorated the drawers with a Hershey bar and some lemon-lime Gatorade.

I wrote a friend’s name on the waistband, and placed said drawers in the communal laundry area. I ensured that both the Hershey stripe and the name were prominently displayed.

So glad I have these friends o’mine.

She Leaves the House Like That

While in DC, I took a tour of Washington’s grist mill. Turns out making hooch was one of the many past times of the father of our country…along with lying to the French.

Rock on General.

Anyhoo, during the tour, I had a small question, possibly ‘did Washington sell growlers?’, but I forget. I approached one of the mill personnel in period dress (not being a history buff, I assume this is the period after the revolution). She wore a plain dress down to her feet and a frilly bonnet. It was white, not blue.

I asked my question.

“I don’t work here, Sir.” The twenty-ish woman replied. Her pale cheeks flushed a bit.

With no clever phrases springing to mind, I tipped my hat (I was hatless) and walked away silently.

Why the hell would some crazy Amish/Mennonite type girl be coming to a distillery anyway?

Those crazy Amish.