OK – let’s go for a more dramatic post.

Jason and Tif are in town primarily to see their friend Gina. It’s twenty four hours into their visit and they have yet to see her. Gina was the maid of honor at their wedding. Gina has five, no wait, six large tattoos of fairies and likes to tell people that she isn’t wearing underwear, regardless of their interest in the relative truth value of this utterance and unrelated to her relative interest in proving it. Gina is trouble with a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for pool. So we are theoretically meeting Gina out for pool later with the boy she met (hooked up with) in Vegas who is from Tennessee but in St. Louis for a wedding. So what happens in Vegas sometimes ends up in St. Louis.

We were supposed to have them over to BJ’s sister’s today for a BBQ but instead watched them reenact the classic Disney argument among the crows on the wire in Dumbo, “What do you want to do? I don’t know. What do you want to do?” Rinse and repeat. They are now off experiencing the wonders of The Arch, which I have vowed never to go up in again if I can help it; four hours of wait for three minutes of “huh”. I find the destruction of an African American neighborhood in order to build The Arch an interesting extreme of the “white wash” historical phenomena, especially when you throw in a museum of westward expansion that frames the seizure of lands from the Indians. It’s certainly an ironic centerpiece for a monument that exists because of the federal seizure of lands primarily from a minority group.

Ah well, Jes and I are off to the zoo to see a gnu, cause you really ought to g-know wha-who’s wha-who. I am developing a new philosophy called Vaudevillianism, loosely based on a combination of the Samkhya-karika, the yoga sutras of Patanjali, and the aphorisms of W.C. Fields.