#I DONT WANNA RAIN ON YOUR PARADE FULL#
I didn’t look inside the box, though a trailer full of giraffes surely would have been something to write a blog post about. Wait… wheels turned… must be giraffes… light turned… THAT GIRAFFE SHIT IS GONNA RAIN ALL OVER MY PICKUP IF I DON’T GET AROUND THIS TRUCK BEFORE I GET OUTTA DUMAS!! Luckily there was plenty of double lane road ahead. Or giraffes, though I imagined their necks getting bent out of shape in the tall-but-not-tall-enough trailer. Or dumb asses maybe that’s what grows in a town called Dumas. I suppose one might imagine cattle in there. It was one of those trucks to hold livestock. After stopping for gas in Dumas, I was at a light waiting to make my left turn to follow highway 87 to New Mexico and noticed the tractor-trailer in front of me was dripping brown liquid.
#I DONT WANNA RAIN ON YOUR PARADE UPDATE#
While this snarky status update (someone else boldly declared “Rude!”) clearly couldn’t have been meant for me, there was something about it which I felt a mysterious connection to and so it malingered in my mind as I headed north out of Amarillo. So it seemed time was not following normal rules. And while he used past tense as if the object of his disaffection was born yesterday, I happened to be returning from an event called “Freaky Deaky Time Machine” and furthermore the post office had just notified me essentially that my hold mail request “has expired tomorrow”. It should be noted this was on his own wall and not directed to anyone and I have no real reason to think it was meant for me. Ok, now thats done, everyone else have a great day! I know I will!”
“I Hope your birthday sucked and it rained giraffe shit all over your parade. Next to his smiling Willie Nelson middle finger profile photo were the words: I was finishing up and about to leave when I noticed a status update pop up from a friend I don’t remember meeting. A bunch of wonderful people had said a bunch of wonderful things to me on Facebook to brighten my birthday. So it was I made my way to McDonalds for breakfast and more importantly to use their wifi since my motel didn’t live up to their advertising. Amarillo City is a strange place, full of false advertising and unwelcome propositioning, so perhaps overnighting there means you carry some of that strangeness with you when you leave. I spent most of that day driving from Amarillo Texas back to Lafayette Colorado after attending Burning Flipside just outside Austin.
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