Uh…so…I went out last night. Because it was Cinco de Mayo, and an excuse for people to go out and drink and eat bad Mexican food. As I still cannot drink tequila due to a bad, bad, near death experience with it 20 some years ago (ie: I wanted to die after I drank too much). I enjoyed a couple of non tequila cocktails and a chicken quesadilla. And then proceeded to dance like an asshole, because well, I’d had a couple of drinks. Whatever. At the time I thought I was looking pretty awesome. I’m sure if somebody had this on tape…the playback would be a bit more drunk Elaine from “Seinfeld.” SIGH. It’s all good and my friends and I had a lot of fun.
This morning I got up and staggered, bleary eyed to the gym, for my kickboxing class. And this is what I saw on my way in. I was like “HOLY SHIT. IS THAT A SKULL??” It was. Then I was nervous that it was some sort of warning to not go in the gym. Then I was worried that I was hallucinating. Then I was worried that it might have been a gym member that tried one of the really difficult classes and didn’t make it. Then I wondered if they were just getting into the Halloween spirit..a little early.
I don’t know man, but I’m steering clear of that mini van from now on. For reals.
I should have looked to see if there was a shovel and duct tape in the back.
Maybe my imagination is getting carried away.
Maybe I’m tired.
It’s just not everyday you see a skull on the top of a car. That’s all I’m saying.