My Diseased Mind

Human Sacrifice, Dogs & Cats Living Together — Mass Hysteria!

We knew it was going to be an interesting weekend when, within five minutes of arriving in Rockport, we spotted a guy with an actual Jheri Curl. Manda shot down my theory that he was a terrorist who only had weathered VHS copies of The Last Dragon and Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo to teach him the ways of American life. Alas, our Jheri Curl count for the weekend stalled out at one, and on Sunday, we headed home.

Being childless for the weekend, we yammered endlessly. Of course, by ‘we’ I mean ‘I.’ Among other things, I pointed out the idiot drivers, wondered aloud just why the hell every cow in or around the coastal bend has a posse of at least 3 ducks, and generally continued my lifelong love affair with the sound of my own voice.

Then, on I-37, just south of Whitsett, I saw it. A 2-mile drive to the next exit, followed by a 2-mile drive back, and we were right there, basking in its glory.

That’s right; it’s the Ecto-1. In Texas. This might be the rulest thing that’s ever happened in my life. Sure, birth of my son blah blah blah… That was great and all, and I guess he’s ok, but dude, it’s the ECTO-1! You know what, hold on a sec; I’ll be right back.

OK, that’s what I thought. I looked up watershed, and that’s totally what this was. It was a watershed moment for me. It was a British crapper.

Wait, what? Oh, right. Nevermind.