  After a brief hiatus from my writings here, I was urged by Chelsea this morning: "essscuse me surrr.. update your damn websizzite". Okay fine. As long as you post a comment on here ever, Chelsea. Last weekend I got to go have myself a little vacation around west Texas.
I know, I know...but I really do like it there. Well me and Crissy Anne were at this carnival in her town. As soon as we walk up to the ticket booth there was an incident, of course. The gayest carnie in the world was working behind the window at the time. Crissy Anne said that we wanted wristbands (so that we could ride as much as we wanted). To this the gay carnie man responded by asking her to come closer to the little hole in the window and muttered something quietly, directed towards Crissy Anne but he was eyeing me the whole time. Well, naturally she couldn't hear him so he asked her to go around to the back of the building...but just her...yes, I was excluded from this. I watched from a distance as the gay carnie man whispers something into my friend's ear. She went blank and semi-shouted a "NO" and briskly walked away from him and grabbed my arm on her way out of this setting.
"What? What did he say? " I asked, "Tell me what he said! " I could see Crissy Anne thinking..."should I tell him? I don't know if I should say...I'm telling him; I can't not tell him. " "He asked me if you had a disability. " Great. Gay carnie man is asking if I have a disability. You can't be serious. Oh, but he did.
Now, I imagine that the typical carnie has to see many many different kinds of people in his line of work, perhaps even some with disabilities. And he wanted to know for some reason if I was amongst their ranks. Definitely a high point in my life. I also managed to cause a scene later in the weekend atop an old abandoned hotel. A group of us decided we would sneak into this old old abandoned hotel downtown. Apparently before that we decided to act like we were fifteen. Anyhow, we got all the way to the rooftop of the highest floor. Coincidentally, this is the exact place where I decided that I would forget how to use a ladder and rip my left flip-flop off of my foot, tearing the flip-flop apart and rendering it unusable. Ordinarily this wouldn't have been such an ordeal. However, I now had to get back down a ladder and through a dark building with shattered glass and who knows what else laying around, all sans my left flip-flop. I somehow managed to make it to the car without any injuries or run-ins with the law. We also made it up to Amarillo to see Lone Star Rising.
It was a bit surreal but very enjoyable and, of course, I walked away with a crush. Yes, a crush on some boy I will never ever see again. I don't even remember his name, but that has never really been relevant. Since I got back home things have been rather uneventful, which is probably a good thing. I'm looking forward to a relaxing weekend without spending any money and doing as little driving as possible. 
