where the rivalry was wagered. For five straight effing days, I have been subjected to college kids, rednecks, people in Halloween costumes, and thugs alike, who we can easily group into one simple category “drunk ASSholes”. Ginnie is not happy either, as we have been able to go for our daily walk DOWN BY THE RIVER. I made the mistake of taking her
on Wednesday, as everyone started to set up their RV camp, and they molested her Mohawk so badly, she is considering pressing charges against three of them.
Friday night got so loud, with all of the revelry on the street below, I escaped to a drag show only to be deeply disappointed. The queens of JAX need to attend an apprenticeship program prior to being thrown on stage to lip-sync bad renditions of Rhianna songs, Brittany Spears style. My friend, Sam, who joined me for the “entertainment” spent an hour trying to convince that I should tip them, accusing me of being afraid to do. No sir, I was not afraid, I just didn’t think that they deserved a tip, other than they should consider waxing, instead of shaving.
Is it bad that I was happy to see Hurricane Sandy blow through here on Saturday to help clean up the mess of booze and buttheads? Then again, how many other places can you go and see golf carts and drag queens together on a Friday night? Maybe I need to work on my perception….