For that matter...
What were you doing in such reasonably close proximity to me without at least mentioning it?

*sliding glasses down nose and giving a stern look over the tops*

Then again, last weekend I was in an even more bizarre environment than that. I agreed to drive a friend to Atlantic City NJ in exchange for having a room there and the freedom to explore it at no real cost to myself. As my friend was giving a lecture at the time he could pull that off- he claimed I was his assistant.

I was surrounded by the epitome of bad taste, guido-ness in the extreme, as though they had mixed the cast of "Goodfellas", "The Sopranos" and "Death Becomes Her". The men all looked like they worship Pacino and the women looked like some sort of reanimated mannequins with eight inch stiletto heels.

Atlantic City is all of the world's tackiness gathered in one place, a whorl of depravity and polyester. It's filled with neon, loud music, casinos, psychosis and a patina of glamour over the decaying plasterboard and strange smells. It's a Limburger cheesecake. I spent the weekend with my eyeballs about ready to fall out with the twisted surreal horrors I witnessed.

I feckin' loved it. I'm just glad that I didn't have to pay for it.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 22 Apr 2009, 16:48, Reply)