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The Reason

My working theory is that I was getting yelled at because ...

... I was wearing an orange tie.

Also, there was this.

Also also, The Franklin, the new hotel on (duh) Franklin Street, is swanky. Expensive, but I like it more than the Carolina Inn for sure. The above fondling took place on our room's nice big balcony overlooking Franklin St.

Thanks for sharing the pics, Duba.

Yikes

Just noticed the time between posts here. Month long absences are bad. Sorry reader(s?), I'll try to post more. If only I could think of stuff to say ...

Wherein I make people mad ...

So, I've been in the states for about a week and a half now, but being busy with work, I didn't get to spend much time in Chapel Hill until last Saturday, when I was there for a wedding (Congrats Matt and Molly!!) and was out and about from 4 pm until 3:30 am. I had a great time, but I'll be a monkey's third cousin twice removed if I didn't get berated by complete strangers for absolutely no good reason on 4 (four!) separate occasions during that time.

1) At 4:30 p.m., as Alexa and I were walking down Franklin Street, a guy driving a Prius, with a roof rack full of surfboards, leaned over in to the passenger seat looked directly at Alexa and I and flicked us off as he drove away.

2) Fast forward 10 hours and at least as many drinks to 2:30 a.m., when having blown a single spit ball* at my cousin at Linda's the bar tender lays in to me about how he has to clean it up and yadda yadda ...

3) 3:10 a.m., again walking down Franklin St. I'm still in my suit from the wedding, so as I walk by, someone says, "Nigga, you ain't got no swag. You ain't getting no play** tonight." And etc. He went on for a while ...

4) 3:30 a.m., sitting in Gumby's with Duba and Jon, waiting for our Pokey Sticks. A very drunk, very loud, girl, age 21 years, 3.5 hours, walks in and orders some food. She's talking to some guy and says something like, "You know ... you've got to have dreams, and dreams are great, but really, you know, a dream ... it can't just be a dream. you've got to make it happen. like for real. not a dream, you know." We laugh (it was funny). So she turns to us, exposing a neck tatoo saying "Don't let a dream stay a dream" and some associated butterflys, and proceeds to yell at us about how we shouldn't laugh because that is written on her body for ever, which of course only makes us laugh more ... and makes her yell more ... and makes us laugh more ... and ...

* - well maybe that was a good reason ... but still, come one, it was Linda's, it wasn't like I was going to damage a chandelier or something.
** - he actually used a different p word, but this is a family friendly blog. (Hi Family!)