Beads

What the hell happens to men in New Orleans?  I swear to you some juju gets into them in that City.

Maybe it isn't just men.  Do you realize what we do for some plastic beads?

This gives me a lot of faith in humanity that we would show our chests and all kinds of other depraved things..for some 25 cent plastic beads.  And they probably are like penny plastic beads.

Now, there's nothing wrong with that, don't get me wrong.  But seriously the first time I went with my husband of 20+ years he changed into a different person.

This fella, who has not cared for gew gaws the entire time we've been married, bent over and picked up some beads that were laying on the ground, covered in God only knows what, and presented them to me like they were made out of the rarest diamond.

And they were broken, to boot.

He held these things out and expected me to worship him for the God that he was. 

And, you know what I did?  I took those nasty beads, twisted them back together, and put them on.  They were sticky.

All the while I'm thinking..this ...has got to be some kind of crazy?  Now, onward to the hurricane place.

I didn't want one of those hand granade things that everybody had, but I did want the container, so when a party of 5 or 7 left the bar we were at, I took the one they left on the table.  Win-win.

When I got home, my kids stole it from me and made a bong out of it.  They probably think they're being original, too.

Beads are a necessity when going to NASCAR races, also.  Well, at least Talladega.  One of my other sons invested all of his birthday and Christmas money in beads from the dollar store and took them to Talladega with him.  He doubled his money by the end of the weekend. 

 I've never been so proud.

In some cases, they even become a form of currency.  It gets hot and people get thirsty in a place like Talladega.  It's all rough camping.  Beads for beers is a thing, too.  Or bottled water. 

I have collected enough beads over the years that there are 3 boxes of them hanging around this house.  There are beads hanging on the wall, there are beds hanging from the fireplace.

It's about time I took them to Talladega and doubled my money..ya think?


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