Fairwell Winter

Summer officially started for me today and I must say, it couldn't have come at a better time. Mother's Day was yesterday and the wind, and overcast sky in Reno made it difficult to enjoy the outdoor events. Let me get off subject here for a moment and tell you about the deliciously white trash art fair we accidentally attended in Sparks, NV yesterday. My grandmother suggested that, after our large brunch, we all go for a walk around the lake out in Sparks. It's more a dirty reservoir than anything, but it's all they have out there, so they call it "the lake". We start walking and no more than 150ft. down the shoreline is a huge art fair with people selling paintings and pottery and glass work and other hippy stuff. We stroll around looking at the stuff for sale and listening to the music when almost simultaneously, all of us begin to focus on the people around us rather than the items for sale. This was a gathering of the broken, dying, and unsightly. One woman walked by wearing a sun dress that was inches from blowing up clear over her waist, and she was a solid 220lbs and looked like the witch in Kevin Costner's Robin Hood. Another woman was roughly 4' 9" and looked like "The Hut" as she waddled by. Her cankles were so gnarly that her calf fat hung over her feet, like ear muffs. And the final spot of ridicule goes to Guido, the track suit wearing, corn dog hording, jewelry flaunting hit man who looked as though he was the star of the Sopranos spin-off "The Sopranos: Diabetes and Me". I thought track suits were meant to wear on the track, when exercising, and not sitting on a park bench sweating from the physical excursion required to dip a nacho into blue cheese. Seriously man, go for a walk.

Anyway, Summer is here, swimming is here, girls in bikini's are back, it's my birthday tomorrow, I'm going to Chico in 2 weeks, and I got my driver's license back this week. Everything is gonna be alright.