I Saw The Big Thing On Valentine’s Day
I rubbed my eyes when I saw it. The Big Thing.
It’s not like I haven’t seen Big Things before. I mean, come on. I’m a Woman of a Certain Age. I’ve been around. And around.
But Big Things on Valentine’s Day are REALLY BIG. Special. They roll right over obstacles. Convince doubters to get busy. It’s got to be one big orgy in the Big Thing.
That’s what I imagined, anyway. As I sipped my drink at The Belmont. And the Big Monster Truck Limousine lumbered by. And I wondered how many Dog and Duck, I mean, Southeastern Wildlife Exposition Redneck People………I’m sorry……….I’m judging………..I’m really just mad that I was home for SEWE.
We always RUN AWAY. At least, to another state.
Not this year.
Because of me and my project.
So, we were here. Seeing the Big Thing thunder past. And wondering what exactly it is people do inside of a Big Monster Truck Limousine on a street that used to be a Native American footpath.
I probably don’t want to know.
I had another drink. And pondered other Big Things.