Normally, I jump off the sidewalk and run in the street during this stretch, to avoid any chance of getting all itchy from the high grass. But today I was being lazy, and just went straight through.
BIG effing mistake!
The first few yards or so were all right, but then I had to go under a few trees and couldn’t help but notice a piercingly loud noise. Man, do these little buggers sing!! It was like a car alarm going off in my ear. I looked up to the branches and to my retarded surprise, they were covered in cicadas. Now, this was really, REALLY cool to me at first. I even slowed down a bit and contemplated getting my camera and taking a few pics. But apparently my presence in their little area didn’t go unnoticed.
No joke, I had like 10 of them clinging onto me. I’m not really squeamish around bugs… so at first I started to giggle and thought “shit, if my roommate had been running with me today!” I sped up a little and started flicking the bugs off of my shirt. But as soon as I flicked them off, more took their place.
Combined with my elevated heart rate, the sound of their mating call and my sudden nervousness at getting the things off of me, I leaped into the street and started shaking my head around like a freak. I was batting my ponytail, brushing off my clothes and pretty much just flipping out.
Despite this little episode, I had a pretty good workout.
Then later, around 5… I decided to go into downtown Laurel and poke around Main Street. I knew there was a coffee shop, play house and some artsy-fartsy stores over there and wanted to see if anyone was hiring.
So I park at one end of the historical district and plan to walk one hour down, one hour back.
Yeah. It didn’t take me HALF that, being that every time I came upon a tree the cicada song got extraordinarily loud again and I had relapses to my previous little incident. I was power walking better than fucking Oprah.
In FLIP FLOPS, I might add:
Keep all the "ha ha you have red white and blue flip flops you loser" comments to yourself. they have STARZ on them.
Anyway. During this walk, however, only one bugger grabbed onto me, and I had a good laugh with a woman I passed who saw it on my shoulder and started swinging at it for me. Funny, she was just trying to be a good Samaritan and I thought she was assaulting me.
The coffee shop was a disappointment, the playhouse was closed, the incense store was really just a place for gay women to hang out and the art store only had eclectic hippies over the age of 50 working there. So I just bought myself some clearance candles, a few pins and some sketching stuff. And only one of the lesbians hit on me.
After I got home, I managed to doodle a bit:
But in regards to summing up today’s adventures… I think my new pin says it best:
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