while this is still in my mind - i'd really like to share it - cuz i kinda impressed myself and that doesn't happen too often.
hehe.

ok. we were at City Limits last friday or saturday or something. this place is the most giddy-up, Country Western, boot scootin, Hee-Hawin' bar in town. oh my. City Limits? more like...Test Your Patience Until You Feel Like Dying Limits. I'm from Jersey - i don't know how to put up with that chit - or their charging $6.25 for a tiny-ass Martini. that's just ri-dick. anyways - i'm in my batman t-shirt, cropped parachutey green pants - and shiny belt buckle. i looked pretty well like i didn't belong there, so i figured, sweet - no one's going to hit on me. oh...OHHHH... so wrong. autumn and i walked over to the bar and i start telling autumn my story about hanging out in amarillo (yes! a NEW Amarillo Adventure!) - and this guy leaning against the bar YELLS at us - trying to get our attention. we weren't really facing him, so i used my sweetass Nonverbal Communication to turn away from the bastard, so i can finish my story. i was REALLY perturbed by this guy. don't interrupt my friggin story. seriously. so after i turn away from him to talk to autumn, he walks up to us and plants himself in our lil circle. he says, "boy, you two aren't very talkative."
and of course me and autumn share a look of disbelief and - of course we don't wanna talk to YOU dumbass, and silence.
i forgot what we had mumbled out in response - and he interjected a, "what's your names?"
i kinda just tilt my head a lil, and just give him a blank stare. he says, "what, you don't know your name?"
i said, "no, i was just wondering whether i should lie to you or not."
he says, "well, that'd be alright - i get lied to real often."
i say, "so you're saying it's ok for me to lie to you?"
he says, "sure, why not."
"well i'm America, and this is my friend Colorado."
"and I'm New Mexico! here here!" - and we all shook hands awkwardly.

he continues with, "where ya'll from? what're ya'll doin here? do you come here often?"
autumn says, "no, not very often. you've gotta be brave to come to this place..."
he says, "brave? how so? there ain't nuthin to be skeerd of out here."
and i say, "oh no - you need to be REALLY brave. i mean, you've gotta have balls to come out here - (and i have my hands up in front of my face in big-binoculars). but not big ones, just tiny ones (and i shrink my big-binoculars to tiny-binoculars)."
and then i just looked at him and smiled.

he just kinda looked at me and turned back around to his friends.

hahaha.