Turtles Meet Socialists!

When Dave first told me about his fantastic biking adventure he informed me that the band would pay him a small amount of money every day and provide him with a place to stay and food. The food turned out to be a whole bunch of energy bars or whatever the local markets would donate as the band rode through town. I talked to him one day and he was eating a peach that was close to spoiling. Some days I don’t think the poor guy even gets to eat lunch. If you expected me to haul band equipment behind a bike for 50 miles you better buy me a lobster dinner plus dessert. Also his room and board has turned out to be camping or whichever generous soul will let them stay at their house. I would never let a band of stinky biker hippies stay at my house. It has to take a pretty unusual individual that says “Sure strange bunch of environmental fanatics come stay in my house. We will have a great time. By the way I bought some extra soap today because I knew you guys were REALLY going to need a shower.”

I think one of the most colorful hosts of The Ginger Ninjas was the Socialists. In case I haven’t told you already the name of the band is The Ginger Ninjas. Who the hell would form a band and say “Guys I have a great name, drum roll please….The Ginger Ninjas?” Maybe the guy who came up with it was obsessed with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when he was little. After all the turtles are green and this is the greenest band I have ever heard of. Now back to the Socialists, which in my opinion is an okay belief, they lived in a scary house which, from description, seemed to be a mixture of Animal House meets Goth Youth of America. For those of you from Birmingham I keep picturing the Upside Down Plaza. Dave was both intrigued and fearful at the same time. I love the vision of my cute preppy boyfriend hanging out with the Socialists in the house of anarchy! By the way Dave was a Pike at Vanderbilt! Imagine frat boy meets socialism!

Okay so now I know most of you are wondering why I am still with Dave. First, I can’t tell you how much fun it is to talk shit about your boyfriend on the internet. I am completely drunk on the power of my new blog. The best part is Dave thinks it is funny too. Second, I have never had a boyfriend look at me with the kind of sincere admiration Dave does. When we go out and he takes pictures of everyone. He may take 500 pictures and 495 of them are of me and my glory. I never knew I was glorious until I met Dave, but he makes me feel that way and girls that is very important. Enough of the mushy stuff…I’ll be back to shit talkin’ tomorrow.