So it turns out that receptions in wax museums are simultaneously incredibly creepy and incredibly entertaining. First, all I could think of while walking through the closed museum was how it must get even creepier when all the lights are off. Second, we walked through some of the museum, but most of the food and drink was congregated in one small area. This was highly confusing for all…I kept staring at real humans and wondering, "Who's that supposed to be?" (until they started moving, of course). And some of the more inebriated attendants started talking to some of the wax figures. And then there was the inappropriate touching…someone bragged to me that he had felt up Carrie Underwood for a photo op. Dude! If you're going to feel up a wax figure, how about Britney Spears, who is hanging from a stripper pole over there? Don't manhandle the chick that sang "Jesus Take the Wheel!"
A Daily Show bit involving goats (don't ask) reminded me of one of my favorite stories to tell from college. Clemson is, somewhat aptly, known as a "Cow College" (meaning there's lots of agriculture/animal husbandry stuff). My roommate and I had an apartment off-campus, up behind an old stone church and pretty isolated from the main drag. One day we look out and realize, "Hmm…there's a goat in the parking lot." Discussion ensued. Where did this goat come from? Should we approach it? Who do we alert to the fact that there's a farm animal out front? Barbara finally decided to call the "non-emergency" police number. After explaining that there was a goat in the parking lot, we both expected an incredulous response…but instead, we got, "That durned goat! We been chasin' that thing all day!" Ah, Clemson. And to head off some of the redneck jokes…no, I
On a completely different note, I'm planning an itinerary for a visiting Israeli delegation in a few weeks. One of the delegates is strictly kosher, which would be no problem if they were staying in
Yeah, my job is weird sometimes.
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