This great tune plays during the closing credits of one of my favorite movies Beautiful Girls. It has an allstar cast directed by the late Ted Demme, and was shot in the Twin Cities, with a number of scenes from right here in Stillwater. A couple of those scenes include what is now the tattoo shop I go to. (continued below)
But here's the real story, my kids and I don't talk much, since my ex-wife (the evil whore bitch) moved 70 miles away. My son calls when he wants something, my daughter doesn't usually bother to do that.
A couple of weeks ago I asked my son for tickets to his high school graduation. He said he didn't know because each kid only got six and his mother may need them all. When he didn't call me back, I figured it was a dead issue, and I wasn't going to persue it further. However, some people close to me suggested that if I missed it I would regret later. After an afternoon of hemming and hawing, at the last posible moment, we were in the car plowing through rush hour traffic.
We got there an hour before the ceremony was due to start, but without tickets, we were prepared to watch it on video from the overflow area. A huge line had formed, so we went over and stood in it. My wife asked the lady in front of us if it was the line for people with or without tickets. She said she didn't know, but then it suddenly occured to me to ask her if she had any extras. She did a quick head count and gave us two. I thanked her profusely.
Once inside we found some seats and it wasn't long before the evil one appeared and sat a few rows behind us. I'm 99% sure my son saw us. My wife said he looked somewhere between shocked and perplexed that we were there.
We chocked the fact that we were able to score tickets, up to good karma. And the fact that we beat the bitch on her home court made it that much sweeter.
But here's the real story, my kids and I don't talk much, since my ex-wife (the evil whore bitch) moved 70 miles away. My son calls when he wants something, my daughter doesn't usually bother to do that.
A couple of weeks ago I asked my son for tickets to his high school graduation. He said he didn't know because each kid only got six and his mother may need them all. When he didn't call me back, I figured it was a dead issue, and I wasn't going to persue it further. However, some people close to me suggested that if I missed it I would regret later. After an afternoon of hemming and hawing, at the last posible moment, we were in the car plowing through rush hour traffic.
We got there an hour before the ceremony was due to start, but without tickets, we were prepared to watch it on video from the overflow area. A huge line had formed, so we went over and stood in it. My wife asked the lady in front of us if it was the line for people with or without tickets. She said she didn't know, but then it suddenly occured to me to ask her if she had any extras. She did a quick head count and gave us two. I thanked her profusely.
Once inside we found some seats and it wasn't long before the evil one appeared and sat a few rows behind us. I'm 99% sure my son saw us. My wife said he looked somewhere between shocked and perplexed that we were there.
We chocked the fact that we were able to score tickets, up to good karma. And the fact that we beat the bitch on her home court made it that much sweeter.
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Looks like its postponed and I'll be making two trips.
One for that, and one for Vikings/Bucs.