- Me: If you were a big musician, would you sell your music for use in an ad?
- Katie: Yeah... but only if it was for something I really supported.
- Katie: Like beer.
Just learned this morning that, due to the Boston bombings/9-11 hijackers, anytime Katie leaves the country on her working visa, she has to be subject to “special questioning” on return (ie: interrogation). That’s some supz cray bullsh, y’all… especially when I am trying to convince her to come to Iceland with me.
So me and Katie will be venturing up to a friend’s (hand built) lodge in the mountains this weekend on a fairly remote piece of land just on the western edge of Rocky Mountain National Park. It’s a nice lodge and it’ll be fun to go target shooting and snowmobiling and bon-firing and drinking over the weekend, but I do feel wary of heading up to the mountains when everyone else’s phones are buzzing with weather alerts and blizzard warnings.
OH WELL. At least I’ll have my camera. And booze.
I just researched and talked about bison slaughter methods to Katie for the past 15 minutes or so as we both lay here in bed. True romantic.
Me and Katie saw two geese. laying down asleep INSIDE a frozen pond the other day. She said, “Those geese are dead!” and I said, “No! They’re just sleeping.” But the lake was frozen all around them and there was snow covering their backs… even though it hadn’t snowed since the night before. Those geese were dead.