I WON'T Talk About Michael Jackson, I WON'T Talk About Michael Jackson
Mood:  chillin'
For those of you that haven't seen the 1986 flick "Heavy Metal Parking Lot", it follows the goobs that hang out before a Judas Priest concert. It's great. There's a show on the Trio Network that follows the sam vein called "Parking Lot", and this is what I've been trying NOT to write about. But damn my eyes, tonight's was about Michael Jackson, and I just couldn't fucking RESIST...
Because I saw HER.
January of this year I went on a road trip with the Hub-unit to introduce him to my family, considering the fact that I had been married for three months already. At the last stop before heading home, we visited my aunt Marcie, my favorite relative. On an outside smoke break in her front yard, this woman with a dog comes up to us. She has that nervous, constantly-talking thing going on, but we try to be friendly.
Thing is, she's got facial hair. And not just a little easily-bleachable moustache, but a totally grown goatee lokkin thing chilling on her chin. She kept talking about how this was such a nice place, nicer than... I forget where. But she kept talking, and the three of us were getting uneasy because she was a total stranger with a BEARD and, well, it was fucking almost midnight and it was freezing and I'm not really a people person, especially a strange people person.
Believe me I have a point here.
So fifteen minutes ago I'm watching the crazy fanatics that worship Michael Jackson and support him despite the child molestation charges blah blah blah, and omyfuckingGAWD- It's HER. The crazy bearded lady from Norhtern Cali! What the fuck is she doing in SANTA BARBARA?
They keep the camera on her for EVER because she's got this HUGE Michael Jackson banner and she's talking about her love and support for the Wacko and how she's had a Michael Jackson museum for 20 years. Suddenly, I'm not surprised that I have met this person.
Lately, I never am.
And when the hub-unit comes home, you know I'm gonna shreik HOLY SHIT IT WAS HER! HER! HEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!
I'm almost tempted to go on a tear about the Michael Jackson thing, but my shock from seeing the weird chick is nearing overdom, and I feel the need to cuddle up to some Law and Order (Best Show EVER, btw.)