July 2nd, 2006
I think that plant might be autochthonous to this area.
I hate getting up to go to work early. Every weekend I do it, and every weekend I hate. It ends up being
alright after the first hour, but otherwise it’s terrible.
Today this cowboy looking fellow and his wife came in to the pizza shop to get food. I would say that both of them were around their mid-fifties. She smelled like old lady perfume… you could smell it all the way in the kitchen, by the pizza line. He was wearing a jean fabric button up shirt…like I would expect a cowboy looking fellow to wear. And the shirt said “Plush Pony” and right below in smaller print “A real Country Bar”.
Now, maybe I’m wrong but that sounds like a cross between a gay country bar, and something a little confused girl would call her Barbie bar. Weird…
While writing that was sipping on a lemon lime slushie from Sterling and I got the worst freezing headache pain I’ve ever had. Oh my god…
Bowling Green is a strange place. Chances are everyday I will see someone I know, not including Steve, Clark, or whoever I’m working with that day. Sometimes I think that’s a bad thing. It would be nice to do my own thing, with out having to deal with people I might not want to see at that time. But overall I don’t mind it. I’m extremely good at getting out of conversations I don’t want to have with
acquaintances. And alot of times the people I see are legendary townies to me. If
someone ever asked me to write a book about Bowling Green, my only request
would be that I could put a section or chapter in the book with little blurbs about
each of the townies or notably (sp?) strange people I’ve incountered in my 19 years
of life in Bowling Green.