Saturday, July 22, 2006
Dwight Yoakam ‘Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc.’
I meant to post this one last Thursday, July 20th... But I forgot to bring the floppy disc to work with me. And no, I didn't attend the show at The Garage Friday night.
Sometimes, you can find the funniest things in the Greensboro News & Record. And this morning, I got a real sick rib tickler….
It happened in Morganton, North Carolina and the more I read, the harder I laughed. Sure, it’s a tragic thing when someone accidentally kills the love of his or her life, but it’s the weirdness that makes it comedic gold.
A legally blind man fatally shot his wife as he tried balancing a plate of fried chicken and a pistol.
Yes, it sounds funny right off the bat.
This cat found a .38 caliber pistol in a box and decided to show it to his wife as she was handing him a plate of fried chicken. He accidentally shot her in the head. And in case you’re still not laughing, he is wheel chair bound.
Investigators have filed no charges, but I’m going out on a limb here… He will never eat fried chicken again.
Let this be a lesson to all of us… Fried chicken, wheel chairs, legal blindness, marriage, and firearms do not mix.
For some reason, I’ve had a hankering to see a movie at the Eden Drive-In. I’m itching to get my truck parked in the back with a couple of lawn loungers and a cooler of adult beverages between them. Then just kick back and watch a triple feature into the wee hours of the morning.
To me, there’s something romantic and Americana about drive-in movies. I remember when my parents would get my sisters and me dressed in pajamas and hit the drive-in that used to be on Highway 29. I remember seeing one of those “Flubber” flicks on the big screen. I can’t remember which one, but there’s a scene where basketball players were bouncing all over the place. I also remember seeing The Birds there too when my parents thought that I was asleep.
The Cell and What Lies Beneath were the last films I saw at the Eden Drive-In. I took my hateful and constantly displeasured ex-fiancée where she proceeded to bitch and bitch. She didn’t like the heat, she didn’t like the Drive-In, she didn’t like the oldies playing on boxes and P.A., and she didn’t like my romantic attitude about drive-ins. The only thing that she did like was the snack bar where they had cookies n’ cream ice cream.
She and I never went to a drive-in movie again.
I’ve always loved them and the idea of watching a movie in your car. And I’ve never really understood why people don’t go anymore.
Money has been a little tight these last couple of weeks and to top it off, the taxes on Roxy (my truck) are due at the end of the month. So it looks as if I’m going to put off going to the drive-in. And I just got off the phone with Kim Thore who reminded me about the Vagabond Society’s Tom Petty show at The Garage in Winston-Salem Friday night. So I’m thinking about hitting that show without the benefit of adult beverages.