Monday, June 21, 2004 city mice
My roomates' band played in a bar with a doghouse theme in West Virginia this weekend. I came along, despite years of indoctrinated anti-West Virginia prejudices. In Regular Virginia, it is customary to make cruel jokes about our neighbors to the West. I will not repeat them here. Also, every year when they put Miss America on TV, you can always pick out Miss West Virginia without reading the sashes. It's like they picked out an official state face and stuck with it.
Everyone we met was incredibly kind, especially the nice kids who took us to a pirate-themed donut restaurant at 3 AM, and put up with our city mice act with good humor. "Wait, so, that really is a chain of sit-down biscuit restaurants?" we'd say. And they'd recommend entrees, because they all had a personal favorite at the biscuit restaurant.
They let us follow them to their home and sleep on their floor. Their house was on a mountainside, up some steep steps. Climbing down in the daylight, I realized that if I'd been able to see them when we stumbled in all sleep-deprived the night before, I would have probably thought too hard and injured myself: the stairs were made out of stacked cinderblocks that went up a hill at what seemed to be maybe an 80 degree angle. The ghost of John Denver must have carried us up there safely. He probably liked our moving and near-constant acapella rendition of "Country Roads". posted by Frenz | 6/21/2004 02:38:00 AM
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