Sunday, April 03, 2005

PJ is too surreal

Last night, I was kneeling on the floor of a dimly-lit hotel ballroom next to a gold-plated rifle waiting on a man in a tuxedo to do something other than spit dip into a beer bottle. That's when I realized my knee was in a puddle of cow pee.

I thought, well, it's already soaked into my jeans, so I might as well wait and get the shot. Then, a longhorn bull kicked green sawdust and gold stars all over me and my camera. Joy.

If this were a dream, I'm sure it would take years to unravel its meaning. Instead, it's a minute in the life of a PJ.

Enough for now,

2 comments:

SusanA said...

And totally believeable. That's too funny.

Mark M. Hancock said...

Proof to be posted in about a month.