Vampires, Car Crashes, Hair Bands and Explosives
The headline explains my week if I only had one sentence to do it.
So far this week I’ve gotten to experience a couple things I’ve never experienced before. I witnessed first-hand, the estrogen-fueled feminine fanaticism of “Twilight” junkies in large numbers, while attending the pre-premier of the “Eclipse” movie. Severely outnumbered by women, I chose to keep my jokes to a minimum. Intrigued by the thought of being attacked by hordes of Team Edward and Team Jacob fans, I didn’t think it would be a fair fight unless it involved Jell-O or baby oil.
Secondly, I experienced what it was like to ride in the front seat of a police car for a change. I went on a police ride-along with a friend to understand the typical day-in-the-life of a law enforcement officer. While I didn’t get to handle any firearms or even turn on the sirens, I did find it interesting and exciting. On a few occasions we flew through town in the unmarked Dodge Charger, responding to calls. I got chills. I even got to see some car accidents, one being fairly severe, caused by some poor little baby duckies trying to cross a busy highway. They didn’t make it.
The summer is flying by so goddamned fast. The days are already getting shorter, but I shall not complain. I am on the verge of a four day holiday weekend, without the dog and without being on call. This means I am apt to get myself in some trouble. Tonight, I’m going to see Hairball yet again at the Delano 4th of July celebration, but the big show is this weekend when the old college crew gathers for our annual binge of alcohol and fireworks.
In honor of the holiday, I’m including a video. Nothing says “America” like a one-hit Russian hair-band. No? Okay, maybe not, but at least the song title “Bang” conjures images of explosives and powder burns.
