Midgets and Beer

Sometimes in life you come across something so special that you just have to stop and take a picture. (Admittedly, for me this seems to be the norm and not the exception.) Casin point: Midgets Lounge.

I happened upon this lovely establishment on my way home from Panama City. I truly don't know what that says about Tallahassee, Panama City or the dark places in between - but I'm guessing it isn't good.

So, what happened to the politically correct term "little people?" Are these the angry midgets that aim to defy these so-called small rules? Unfortunately, I wasn't able to venture in. And no, it wasn't because I'm over five foot - rather the doors were locked. But it did beg the question, would I be allowed in? Better yet, do you think they have high-top tables inside?

I'd personally like to shake hands with the owner of this place. It's a bold move. Attention-grabbing to say the least. After all, I drove by Midgets Lounge with my jaw on the floor. Turned around and went back for a picture. Next time I'm hoping for a nice tall beer.

Near-Naked Biker Update

Big Guy. Little Bike.

There are some things in life I just don't understand. One of which.....why on earth would a guy this big want to ride a bike that small? I am told it's the "new thing." But really, how does the bike support all that man?

It looks like the hardware is gonna cave at any moment - sending this dear rider (and friend) into a near asphalt-bound experience. The up side? I guess he wouldn't have far to fall.

Is it just me, or does this look like a circus trick? I can hear the creepy music playing in the background.

I must say, I'm impressed at his alarming flexibility. It isn't easy to have your knees hiked that high into your chest. Almost un-natural. And to think that people drop a couple grand for these mini-motorcycles. I'd much prefer alternate modes of transportation. You know, ones that are comfortable. That won't leave me cramping up once I've arrived.

Perhaps I've reached the point where I just can't wrap my head around what's "cool" anymore. Am I that far gone? At least friends can still humor me with their meek attempts to fit in. Ha.

Thanks for the video Dave....

Seeing Double

Is there a new potty-sharing trend that I'm not aware of? On a recent road trip, I happened upon a gas station bathroom which defied all logic. Two toilets. No wall. Double the fun - in the restroom? I don't think so.

To be clear, this was not a family restroom. All signs indicated that I was in a ladies-only facility. So the question remains....why?

A construction project gone wrong? Horrible practical joke?

At this point in time, I don't think women are prepared to sit and sing kumbaya while taking care of business. Although, perhaps this jarring concept would significantly cut down on those ridiculously long wait times. What takes ladies so long anyhow?

Nevertheless - I chose to fly solo in this double porcelain. Bathroom sharing is something I intend on leaving to the guys.

Highway Lounging Anyone?

On my way through Gainesville, I experienced what can only be described as....hick-tastic. At first glance, it appeared that the items protruding from the back of this vehicle were furniture. Common enough. Perhaps someone was moving?

But no, this assumption would be incorrect. Logical. Safe. Non-hick-tastic.

Look closely. What you're witnessing here is 'highway lounging' at its best. Yes, two guys just hanging out - reclining - in the cargo area. These road-goers are comfortable. Relaxed. Carefree. All this, despite the minor detail that their lounge chairs are in the back of a Chevy....on the interstate. I wonder if they have a rabbit-eared television setup inside.

The ease with which these gents move about the highway is stunning. After all - what's to worry about? Car crash you say? Please. They'd fly right out of the back with grace and effortlessness. Probably.

One thing is certain - their hick-tastic highway-going creativity revved my engines! Ride on road warriors. Ride on.

WARNING...

Have you seen this man? He is most commonly known as...the blog stalker. Although in some circles, legend has it he's referred to as "lone-family-member blogosphere quitter." Last seen lurking the web for blogs not updated according to his taste and frequency, many consider him dangerous. Armed with his computer and a passion for regulating the free-typing world, his antics are coming under much scrutiny.

Be warned, this monster has an insatiable hunger for new material and will stop at nothing to get it. Except of course....draft his own.

Boy Band Bonanza

It's not often in life that you get to experience the launch of a new boy band. Particularly one that specializes in lip-syncing and completely mind-blowing dance routines. I feel honored to have personally witnessed this spectacular boy band bonanza. The skill, artistry and sheer talent demonstrated by this trio has left me speechless for days. Alright, minutes. Fine - seconds to be exact.

This funky, hip-slinging group can only be described as.....inspiring. I hope to one day achieve in a lifetime what they have conquered in this single routine.

Free tickets to anyone that wants in. What - no takers? Don't get left in the boy band dust. They'll shimmy, shake and glam their way to the top. Justin Timberlake beware.