Took the red-eye to FL Monday night. It went fairly smoothly, but it was tiring.
I always know when I'm on the last leg home cos the percentage of tan, gold chain wearing, bright clothes sporting, plump people goes way up.
Strangers start to talk to you.
Men like to wear knives and cell phones on their belts.
Women are using a disproportionate amount of hairspray per capita.
These are my people. Although I would never willingly live here again, it's nice to be temporarily back in the fold.
Here, it's go big or go fucking home. Temperance and good taste are not encouraged.
It's nice to take a break from the oppressive good sense, political correctness, and prudeness of the Great Northwest.
Example: Mom asked me to put together some cocktails while she was frying up some porkchops. So I grab five cocktail glasses and head for the ice machine. "Why don't you use the big glasses?!" she asks. Why indeed?! If some is good, then a shitload is better. So change out the glasses and get down the Sam's Club size liquor bottles and mix it up.
My people.
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