Due to where she cones from, the outside of the venue is like Fort Knox , with barriers everywhere, and double the usual amount of front door security personnel. The venue is rammed solid sold out. Maybe a 75% excitable female crowd . We have a female DJ , then a male DJ play 25...
but I had my routines. I knew where to find the things I needed and wasn’t distracted by all the other food that was both unfamiliar and unappetizing to me.
There is very little street light along the desert road, and cars approach you at disarming speeds. For newcomers, the pale yellow line that separates oncoming traffic, roaming animals, hitchhikers, leather-clad bikers, and abandoned pets is of no comfort or value. Boundaries and civilities betw...
I picked a camp ground, planned out our activities and our meals. Before we drove up Friday afternoon, I went to Trader Joes and Albertsons to get the essentials (i.e.: wine, cheese, firewood). We drove up Friday afternoon and managed to beat traffic. ...
For many years, I actually thought the light at the bottom of the traffic light white. It is what I saw it as. I thought the green light was something people called it long ago when traffic lights were invented. When my I got married, by wife cleared this up quickly , ex...
“Some of the details are clumsy: front and rear graphics, not to mention the most ungainly door handles in the industry. The proportions are very clumsy; look at that front overhang and the mass of metal over the front wheel. Dynamic looking it ‘ain’t. But I would posit that it ...
We can’t help you with thetraffic coming across the bridgeor the fact that the fairgrounds seem to always be abnormally hot for September. What we can do is help you navigate the fairground labyrinth like a munchie minotaur. Want our pick for the No. 1 food at the...
We had seen enough of Vancouver traffic the day before to know it would be more pleasant to walk it and the weather was suitable for it. We packed the pedometer in a pocket. We started walking on W. Georgia Street which would end at the park entrance. The sidewalks were busy but not...
A row of traffic cones lined the road acting like landing lights for the runners. At the Mile 26 marker, I tried to finish off my water supplies and tossed my bottle off to the side. It served me well. “Go at throttle up”“Go at throttle up” was the last communication of Challen...
“When I asked you your favorite color, it was because I was going to stop and buy you one of these very glassybabies on my way up from Tacoma for your birthday. But, I wasn’t able to because traffic was bad and I didn’t want to be late.” I actually had no idea what he ...