That has nothing to do with this post..I just always wanted to say it..I wanted to remind eveyone that if you are awed and amazed by the great pictures that go with my post, the cudo’s go to soonerboy..He reads them and then hunts down the perfect picture for it..and yes that is really my little Czech stop that I made the cocolate run to the other night.He found the pictures on the westfest.com web site..all the pictures he puts with my west, texas posts are from west…during westfest the parking lot at czech stop is full to the brim.Each gas pump each space in front and along the sides and in the back..being czech is a big deal in this little town and they celebrate it pretty big..It actually draws less people than it used to.For many years sat and sun combined would bring over 50,000 people to west for the fest..it was just unbelievable…there would be 5-6 grayhound buses to take people from the city hall to the rodeo grounds(where westfest is held)..now we have one..it isnt that it isnt as great as it was..cause it has actually gotten better.more tents, more beer, more food and more crafts for the crafts fair part of the fest..It is that there are so many other things that have come along.Other towns have their festivals, or city activities that keep peple either at home or draw them some place else.Plus people don’t drink as much, eat as much and gas is high..there is always the thought too, that well, if we miss it this year, there is always next year.I have been back here over 12 years and have been 2 times since I got back..been there done that..Even when I drank and raised hell I would go to the fest maybe one day just to see the people I hadn’t seen since the year before..Then I would go to the Capital bar…which is an old gas station that they tore the pumps down and made into a bar..The front held 3 bar sized pool tables, a domino table with 4 chairs and a gas stove, that was just fucking huge, for heat during the winter time..then the bar which was shapped like an L but laying on its side..little kitchen storage area with walk in coolers for beer. a dance floor the size of a postage stamp, a booth in the back for the dj.(before that we had bands and you couldn’t hear for a week when we had one.)in the far right hand corner was a big round table where me and my other drunk friends would conspire with each other to get in trouble..one wall was all mirrors..that was scarry….There was one restroom for women and one for men.There was a back exit and me and my friends would go out there to pee by this huge bush that filled the corner of the building..(when it was busy and couldnt get into bathroom.)we had a roll of toilet paper hanging from the bush.But it really wasent used all that often as we all knew each other so well, the girls would use the mens if the womens were full and vise versa.I had my regular place at the bar that during big bashes they would hang a sign from the back that said “saved for the old broad)..even when I was in my 40’s I refered to myself as the old broad..I was very good at playing pool and would play just good enough to win until someone would want to play for money and then I got much better..When I had my 8-ball tattoed on my left (the small one) titty I used to bet guys that I could make the 8-ball on the bust…(breaking the rack) and when I would break and the 8-ball wouldn’t go in I would pull down my shirt and say “see, bust…8-ball on the bust)I was drunk one night and said I could make the 8-ball on the break and couldn’t figure out why the guy didn’t want to pay up when I showed him my ‘bust’…ahhhh yes, the good old days.
fuck me till I eat sausage
HOISTED ON MY OWN PETARD