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Don't tell fish stories where the people know you; but particularly, don't tell them where they know the fish. -Mark Twain *note that all the events noted in this blog actually occurred but might be slightly over exaggerated to enhance the story as the author sees fit.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

this weeks show

Can i be a professional people watcher when i grow up? I know that sounds bad i dont really want to stalk anyone or anything stupid like that but people have hobbies like bird watching, is it wrong to want to watch people? they are way more interesting then birds.

The show i am at this week is all Choir teachers and Orchestra teachers. They are poor people who love music but dont care to pay for tshirts that they want. So they revert to harrasing me to lower my prices for a teacher. EVERYONE IS A TEACHER HERE!!! No i will not give you a shirt for 5$ go buy a piece of crap shirt over at "the other place". There is always "the other place" that has great shirts for 5$, why cant i be like those guys? Because my shirts arent going to shrink to the size of a coke can after you wash them and the print doesnt fall off, thats why. In the end they always end up buying the shirt anyways. They may wait till the last second but they always buy it.

I love shows in San Antonio. There is this restaurant that i love to eat at call the coreys cafe. Its a mexican/american joint not tex-mex but mexican american, the chips are different from anything you have ever eaten. they are flaky and the sause is sooooo good. Every meal i have ever had there was the best meal of my life and at the end of your meal they give you are white chocolate tamale. Its wrappend in a corn husk like a normal tamale but instead of masa and beef brains is white chocolate goodness that just completes the meal. I get really worked up when i think of the place and i am about to go eat there so i am exited.

Today there was this kid who was walking around with a magic eightball. He had a look of need on his face, the kind of look that you used to get when you saw the toy you had wanted for weeks at the store, and he shook the eightball and then would look at it, shake it up and look at it. I couldnt hear what he was saying till he got a little closer.

I want to be big enough to lift my house up! I want to be big enough to lift my house up! Dad why does it always say this? Dad! Dad!

His dad never looked at him because he was lost in conversation with someone else. So I asked him to give it to me because i noticed that the message was stuck. It was stuck on "Not Likely". LOL poor kid. I fixed it for him and he soon liked the answer he was gettingmuch better.

That kid and i had alot in common because i want to be as big as a house when i grow up too.

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