I played a bit of hookey yesterday, taking a day off from work. It was blazing hot out. 95 in the shade in there wasn't any shade. If one more person tells me its a dry heat, i'm gonna come out swinging. The oven is a dry heat. I'm not hanging out in there without complaining either.
So, anywho - I toodled around Westchester and Dutchess, making my way along to cross over the Hudson on the Newburg Beacon Bridge. Meandering past the Mohonk Mountain House, and eventually into the Catskills by way of some nice and empty roads. Man, this hookey business is great, no one else is on the road in the middle of the day.
On many occasions, Kenny has looked at me and said.. ';What on earth made you think of that?'; Okay, so yesterday i grabbed a pic of this church.
When i pulled it off of my camera today, I began thinking about church. And then um, i was thinking about Washington, DC and um, we listened to the Purple Rain Soundtrack in the car on the way home and um, you know how ';Let's go Crazy'; starts out with ';Dearly Beloved.. We are gathered here today to get thru this thing called Life.'; Which is all church-like and sermon-y, SO..... I started thinking about the movie Purple Rain and that crazy motorcycle Prince rode like a little purple badass in a trenchcoat.
Still with me? Okay, so you see where i'm coming from? Whew.
What IS that motorcycle?
Apparently it’s a Honda though there appears to be much debate over which one exactly. Silverwing? Honda CM450E? Well, which ever it may be, it sure hasn't stood the ';coolness'; test of time, for me. I want to love it, because well, admittedly, i love Prince. He's got more funk in his teensy-weensy, assless pants wearing pinky than i have in my whole body even if i were to be reincarnated 3 times over. But i digress...
The most compelling thing to me about this whole Prince motorcycle business is how he rides in those heels. I want to ride in heels, damnit! And a silken, ruffled cravat, too! I want to wear my hair in perfectly coiffed ringlets that barely flutter in the breeze. I too want to pick up a slutty harlot who will ride on the back in a cape and underpants and then throw herself into some industrial waste polluted lake, pink distracting knockers glistening in the setting autumn sun. No... wait..., that's not right. I want to kick ass and take names while wearing deliciously fashionable footwear, to boot. (to boot, get it? Ha.)
Well played little, purple man. Well played, indeed.
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Modern Snack Bar - Aquebogue, NY
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Mmmm.. the Modern Snack Bar. Aside from their deliciously kitschy sign, the pie is amazing. Can i get an AMEN for pie?!
Is that not the best sign in town? So Modern. So Snack-y. So Bar-y.
You know, more and more in my 'old age' i find that strangers talk more freely to me. Not the crazy people who ask me if its 'hot in all that leather' but just, you know, people. People at the next table in a restaurant. People in a store. Those people. Conversational folks. Its nice. I guess i must be losing that 'Please don't speak to me' look i've had for so long. I've always been pretty shy. I guess I feel less shy, less unsure or judged now.
Yesterday out of the corner of my eye, I kept catching a woman watching me eat my chocolate cream pie. As i got up to leave, she had to stop me and say.. 'please tell me the pie was worth it.' It was, lady. It was worth it.
I think maybe it's time to petition to get pie to be its own food group. Right after we get cheese approved.
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