Monday, October 20, 2008

A tour

Well hello friend! I’ve been out for quite some time, this I know, but I am back now and ready to blog.

This past weekend, Rachel asked me to be her date and go on a Haunted Austin tour. Her boyfriend spent the day helping my husband take our fence down and was too sore to take the tour.

I was reluctant to go on the tour, but I wanted to hang out with Rachel so off I went.

First, Rachel practiced her skills with the spinderella and then we paused for a quick photo op:
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We had to meet the tour group at the Moonshine grill. I downed a gimlet and Rachel had a rum and diet coke. Something told me I would need a good buzz to participate in the tour. That something was catching a glimpse of the previous tour group…the leader was dressed in 1800 garb and the group was filled with a bunch of dorks.

Here is our guide and group:
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I took this one as we were walking:
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We went to the Rusty Spoke, a gay country and western bar.
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The guide told some story about a clock not working no matter what they did. Whatever. I wanted a picture of Rachel and I under the clock but these chicks sat their asses down before we did and were not moving. I asked them if they wanted to be in our picture and proceeded to squeeze myself amongst them:
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The guide told us to check our pictures for orbs. If we found any, he wanted us to send them to him. Should I send him these?
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On the way out, I made Rachel take some literature that was on a table near the front door. Here she is reading it. It said something about a BBQ that happens once a month and let me tell you….that pamphlet was filled with sexual innuendos and double entendres. Yeah, there was a joke about mayo.

After that bar, the tour was a total bust. Rachel and I considered bailing out a few times but stuck through it as we knew it was short.

We went to a few bars on 6th street and the cellulite emphasizing outfits most of the girls were wearing scared us more than anything the tour guide had shown us.
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On the way to the car, Rachel posed in front of this building:
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Now that mama jamma should have been on the tour.

2 Comments:

Blogger Rachel said...

The pamphlet from the Rusty Spoke deserves a post all to itself! Thanks for being my date. muah

4:20 PM  
Blogger Tracy Fennell said...

That seems like a pretty lame tour. Let's start one in Lubbock.

8:07 PM  

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