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Post by Ammy Fae on Jul 18, 2008 11:00:50 GMT -5
Just figured I'd get this thread up ahead of time so I don't have to make it when I'm actually there and dying.
Expect to see:
Complaints about how I didn't bring enough canvas/paint/pencils/paper/brain with me.
Rants about how everyone in South Dakota is on drugs.
Rants about South Dakota in general.
More complaining about my lack of forethought.
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Post by keyodie on Jul 20, 2008 9:33:22 GMT -5
Hahaha awesome. I am looking forward to it.
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Post by Bubba's Dad on Aug 16, 2008 15:59:04 GMT -5
So where is the rant on SD? Or maybe you had more fun then expected? It is not every week that a girl gets to shoot at her brothers in an Old West Town (and I have pictures you all), camp, swim, get driving lessons, go on a date with three guys your age at once (while dressed to kill), and chit-chat with people who are actually interested in you. The only real bummer I could see is spending two days driving time there and two days back crammed into the SUV with your family, including four younger brothers. And you even got to drive the last few miles back home on no sleep in an over loaded SUV in the dark on hills and curves and never even came close to killing everyone. That was good on your part and insane on your mothers part for letting you, but hay, it all worked out well. Who would have thought that a family road trip might be OK, even fun, or that hick farm boys in middle America could be nice to a suburban socialite?
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Post by Ammy Fae on Aug 16, 2008 17:04:15 GMT -5
I haven't gotten around to ranting mostly because of laziness on my part, but I'll just clarify the points you made.
Shooting at my brothers in an Old West Town - We do it everytime we go up there and it never changes. Except maybe this year was a bit windier and I didn't get a chance to sneak away and paint.
Camping/swimming - You know I hate camping, and I didn't actually swim for more than five minutes when I decided that dry land and napping was much more enjoyable than squishy river water.
Driving lessons - would have been nice if your dad didn't scare the hell out of me by tossing me into rush hour the second time I'd ever driven around other cars in my life. Also, he decided we would go to the one gas station with only two pumps and five cars in a parking lot obviously not meant for more than three. All the while with my cousin Chris in the back seat being a backseat driver.
Date? - I wasn't actually invited originally. Chris and Justin were talking about going to the movies and I think Jackie made them invite me. All of them were younger than me and the youngest one was the only one I remotely got along with, though he was pretty obviously more concerned about impressing his buddies. I was bored out of my mind, don't hold it against me that I jumped at the offer to go to a movie. Also, I don't remember what I was wearing.
Driving - I only almost killed us once, when the brakes decided not to work. To my credit, I didn't hit the stop sign OR the fence. And the North GA mountains were fun to navigate, so that was a plus. But I'll remind you, that was on the way home. I was ecstatic to be coming back.
There were some parts that were mildly enjoyable, but for the most part I just wanted to get back to my own hick town in GA and lock myself in my batcave.
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Post by Bubba's Dad on Aug 17, 2008 0:06:35 GMT -5
Ok, I won't argue with you on most of this if that is your feelings, it is a shame you didn't have more fun. I do wonder about rush hour though? There are 8 stoplights in Pierre, and the biggest road is a four-lane. The only rush hour happens at 2am, when the Pierre bars close down and everyone hops the river to FT. Pierre, because the bars stay open an hour later. The river is the official divide between mountain and central time, but the bars in Ft Pierre are the only places that follow Mountain time in FT. Pierre.
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Post by Ammy Fae on Aug 17, 2008 0:48:28 GMT -5
Rush hour in Ammy-speak means more than ten cars on the road, all obviously trying to get me into a wreck.
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Post by ladytera on Aug 17, 2008 4:19:44 GMT -5
Rush hour in Ammy-speak means more than ten cars on the road, all obviously trying to get me into a wreck. Remind me never to let you loose on 285. You'll be a shaking nervous wreck inside 10 seconds. |
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Post by Ammy Fae on Aug 17, 2008 19:44:53 GMT -5
I think I'm better now, especially driving around Jasper for a little bit. But that was, like I said, my second time driving around other cars and my first time without you in the car with me.
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