
MY LAST PRE-MEXICO BLOG ENTRY (Or, Juxtapose this) I leave for Mexico in…11 hours, 51 minutes.
Plans for the plane:
- Even though they’ve probably heard it a million times, I’m definitely going to ask the flight attendant if there are any motherfuckin' snakes on this motherfuckin' plane.
- Since that probably won’t get a laugh, I’m going to place a baggy of carpet fresh inside someone else’s carry-on and then rat them out as a coke fiend. Let the hilarity ensue.
In other news, it turns out that I am a rock star. My band—The Mahoneys—recently played at the St. Paul’s School Advanced Studies Program. Here are some pictures; I look spaced-out in the one where the crowd seems really into it, but that’s because crowds—much like fine wine—make me feel frightened and confused and sleepy.



And finally, this:
My friend Jason drove through Iowa recently. He has a desire to see all 50 state capitols, and so he made an effort to stop and see Iowa’s. There is a statue near the capitol that has this engraved in stone above it: “Iowa—her affections, like the rivers of her borders, flow to an inseparable union.”
Now what statue best embodies that sentiment? According to the people of Iowa, the one pictured below:

This odd juxtaposition reminds me of the time I drove through
Kentucky. Now, this is a state with churches every five feet, billboard-sized crosses on the highway, and moving trucks with biblical references painted on their sides. So you can guess how surprised I was when I passed
Big Bone Lick State Park.

Shortly thereafter I passed this store:

Apparently
Kentucky dictionaries don’t list the word “innuendo.” But really, what can you expect from a state whose abbreviation is “KY”?
3 comments:
fabulous. good luck in mexico.
-re
Fine wine frightens you? Mmmm. That is where we part ways, my friend. Big Bone Lick--especially in Kentucky (now forever referred to as KY)--frightens me...so does the thought of you in an airport terminal without hand sanitizer.
Good luck buddy. Can't wait for your next blog!
Saucebox
Kevin, your shirt says "Running" but you are clearly drumming. How can I trust you anymore?
-Mike
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