my town

I think most of us could agree that towns have distinct personalities. Like New york city is that schizophrenic but hilariously funny aunt you only see on holidays that your parents hate but you adore, although you really dont want her sleeping in your room when she visits. Seattle is like the teenage kid that hangs out at denny's smoking cigarettes and talking philosophy all night long. He would be annoying but he is a really sweet kid. Chicago is like your dad's friend who drinks too much and is always overdressed at barbeques but has amazing food at every gathering.

My town? My town is kind of like a crazy homeless person. You know how crazy homeless people have those rants? well my town's rants have taken form. There are little pockets of crazy all over town and then crazy permeations (is that a word?) that are specific only to this town. A good example would be the tornado sirens going off on tuesday while fireworks were going off for three hours straight all over town. My town is "that" kind of crazy. Im going to leave it at that for tonight. But there is more. Much much more.

*** (add-on) Ok as LB indicated, not only did we keep eating, watch our loved ones set off fireworks and ignore the sirens (no Canada, it wasnt for the festivities, there were tornados spotted within the county, but thanks for giving us the benefit of the doubt!) but despite that LB and I spent a large part of the next few days together and with others who were at the party NOBODY EVEN MENTIONED THAT ANYTHING WAS EVEN REMOTELY AMISS ABOUT THAT NIGHT!!!! And i love this about not only my town but our people.

Also, when my friend FROM ANOTHER STATE CALLED TO CHECK ON ME while i was at the party, i called my father to check on him as he was even closer to the storm than we were. Not only did he not answer nor return the call, but we hung out yesterday and when he discussed the fourth, he merely described the FIREWORKS HE WATCHED ALL NIGHT LONG FROM HIS PORCH. Needless to say, he has lived here all his life.

Another totally "this town" incident that occurred at the party was that that a very goth looking 2o something year old woman with many pierced facial parts and an attitude the size of that tornado, leaned over to me at the party and made a snarky comment about the hosts having limited side dishes. She wanted to know where the cheesy potatoes were. This angry young dude is rebelling against the entire world view in which she was raised. But dammit, she wants her cheesy potatoes on the side. And so do i. (the food was really good over all though. AMAZING PIE) So much more about this town to come. Oh trust me.