March 23, 2009
Saturday morning, leaving the hotel room and headed for the elevators.
“Do people still say ‘badonkadonk?’”
“Like, ‘badonkadonk butt?’”
“I don’t know.”
We get in the elevator, and another couple of guys hurry in behind us. They slap hands and fistbump each other. One is wearing sunglasses.
“Whew,” he says, “we made it to the end, didn’t we? Man I am exhausted! I had a Candian festival all last week and then came straight to this. And man, can you believe these Texas women?”
Yeah, hoowee, you said it, right on.
He continues, “And they’re everywhere, and they’re so f*cking HOT!”
Yup, we agree. He continues.
“And they just come right up to you and literally throw themselves at you! Seriously, they just come right up to you and say, ‘f*ck me.’”
Yeah, tell me about it.
He looks at me and says, “Hey, you look like a reader, have a bookmark. Here’s one for you too, you both look like readers.”
Thanks. We’re at the lobby, and he and his friend say goodbye and hurry out ahead of us.
We look at our bookmarks.
“Do people still say ‘douchenozzle?’”