No Pole for Miles......

Sept. 1^st – We had some decisions to make.  Do we throw lead down range, or do we visit some friends and do some general shopping.  We decide to go shooting tomorrow and opt for shopping today.  Which finds us at some cowboy superstore shopping for boots and hats.  I had told my guy that his hat is mine and I’d get him another one…which I do.  L picks out some seriously righteous boots and a gift for her guy. It was just fun.  And I LOVE the smell of leather, which totally permeated the store.  YUM!  

We also head into Macon and visit the Ulta store.  Let me first state that before I left the house that morning, I had my outfit inspected by men and women to make sure it would pass southern sensibilities.  I wore black Capri shorts with brown cowboy boots and a brown Victoria Secret bra top.  It was relatively tame except for the cutout above the “twins”.  Nothing major and more was covered than a bathing suit top. 

So we’re in Ulta and L is talking with a customer service rep in her late 20s.  When P and I come walking up, this dirtbag says “Ya’ll aren’t from around here are ya?”  We replied, “No, we’re from California”.  And she says…while looking at me “I thought so, cuz there ain’t a pole for miles around here”.  WHAT????  DID I JUST HALUCINATE WHAT SHE JUST SAID???  I walk away because I’m really not sure I heard her right.  But then P says to me…”Did you just hear what she said?” and I said that I thought I imagined the whole “pole”thing, and she said…”No, you didn’t.” She expected me to totally rip that chick a new one.  But I am a stranger in a strange land and a guest of P’s so I was being a good girl.  I did however; throw the final comment while leaving.  

The customer service rep said “come back and see us again” and I replied “will do, and I’ll bring  my pole with me, like the professional I am”.  I didn’t know whether to be complimented by the fact that I look as good as a stripper (but who knows what southern strippers look like), or to be insulted that I’m a mindless idiot that can’t make a living any other way. 

We then visit the packing store (liquor store) to pick up some Fireball.  Would you believe….they have drive thru liquor stores!!!!  These Southerners really know how to roll.

Afterward, we headed to P’s friend L’s (L #2) home. Her daughter K and granddaughter M lives with her.  P and L thought for sure that L2 wouldn’t like me and see me as a threat.  Turns out…we get along just fine.  She even said I was part of the family.  It was an extremely cool visit and she has a beautiful home.  

We then head home for TOMBSTONE Night!!!  That’s right.  M has made us ceviche and we’re gonna mow down on nachos with home made chili and cheese.  Finally…I meet another group of people who appreciate the fine movie that Tombstone is!  It was so much fun.  We were repeating lines with the actors and having a heck of a time!