James, now sporting a humdinger of a goatee and living with his parents, picked me up yesterday in his 30 foot 1989 Lincoln Town Car (Cartier Edition). One sort of falls into it, and then it’s really hard to get out, as it’s so super comfy. We went to every Jimmy Hale Mission Thrift Store (“Mission/Possible”), from Pinson to Bessemer. I bought several interesting shirts, including…
– a “Set Free by Jesus” t-shirt (backside: “Serving Jesus 24/7”) which can be worn simultaneously with sincerity and irony
– several sporty t’s, including a “Huffman Baptist Girls” shirt; a “Ramsey Physical Education” shirt with a beautiful ram; a lovely glossy basketball shirt with “Moody” printed across it; a “Birmingham Police Department Police Athletic Teams Basketball” t with a stylized Vulcan popping out of a police badge.
– a vintage large-collared striped fitted polyester short-sleeve partly see-through shirt
I passed up several things that I now regret, including an “Alabama Rest Stop” worker’s jacket (it was an X-L), and a well-worn size 46 pair of farmer’s overalls (with my 32″ inseam) with denim as soft as a baby’s butt.
Total spent= $4.95
James dropped me off at my place and stayed for dinner with my parents while Susan and I went to see Talladega Nights at the Argo Drive-In. The sign at the entrance says, “Pay at Window,” which was probably the only sign available at the drive-in supply store, as there was no window anywhere. The drive-in didn’t have the old speakers that you used to pull up to, instead they broadcast the soundtrack on radio waves, so you could listen to the movie on your car stereo. The movie was just silly enough to not warrant our complete attention, so we were free to chat. During the credits, a voice came on to very seriously announce that the next movie would be shown after the first movie.
April and I had an authentic southern breakfast this morning, of eggs, grits, biscuits, bacon–no fruit or vegetables to hinder the pure experience of lard.
Final thought before leaving for Florida tomorrow: Southern boys are still, and always will be, the hottest boys around. And when I say “hot,” and I say “around,” I’m not just whistlin’ Dixie, I’m talkin’ red hot, and spin your little heart all around every whichway!