Sunday, February 8

"Is this where the sex show is?"

The question I heard most frequently today while working at the parking booth across from Sexapalooza. Except it's not me asking, it was your (dirty?) uncle Bob or your grandpa or your mom. Most of the people I saw were easily over 40. Most of the vendors who came towing trailers of 'goods' had seen probably Elvis' first records at their debut and were also proudly sported disabled parking strips. I'm sure it was an interesting show.

And because I like to juxtapose my weather and my food I ate an Oreo Mcflurry on the way home.

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