Wednesday

Just when I think it's not possible, the residents of Springfield manage to surprise me again.

Last night we went to the All-Star bar on North Grand-- I know it was a poor choice go to any bar on the north end, but their was reasoning behind it. Anyways, this old man at the bar turned to me and asked if I knew why God created men. Stupid me- I said no. He responded that dildos can't trim trees or cut the grass. Ha ha. But it doesn't stop there. He then told me that he respects women and that he is a high priest of the wicca order. I think I just stared blankly at this point. He then pulled out his wicca necklace and asked if I was one, and then made some funny hand symbols and said bless the gods or something or other. Then this little 8 year old (don't ask y he was there) confirmed that the man was indeed a witch and that he did magic tricks for him all the time. Hillary said later that she saw him doing tricks for the kids earlier in the night.

on another note, Sara Collins is apparently getting married this weekend. I think it would've been funny if I had been invited; well, not as funny as if Dow were invited. Someone actually asked if I was invited and was surprised when I said no. I am a little surprised that I wasn't invited to Sara Rowe's wedding last winter. I'm actually more surprised that she was married at all considering last May she wasn't even dating anyone. Whatever. I guess I need to jump on the bandwagon and get myself hitched.