wearing my hat

So, as I was leaving McNellies one night, this girl asks if if she can try my hat on. I say, only if I can take your picture. And then I got my hat back.

So, as I was leaving McNellies one night, this girl asks if if she can try my hat on. I say, only if I can take your picture. And then I got my hat back.

I know I already posted this to twitter once, but a little backstory would be nice maybe. I’m always out in Midwest City on tuesdays, and I usually go home via surface streets, but I decided to take the highway to try and beat the storms. Of course, I ended up in the middle of it, and I had to try to take pictures of the lightning while driving down the road. And it worked.
This was the night I sorta karate chopped mark in the face. he was showing some Aikido-handshake thing, and I was like, “Try me,” and, well, I didn’t really mean to hit him, just kinda mime it, but fine motor control and lots of Optimator (beer) don’t mix. 
Oh yeah: cutest kid ever.

Not the ‘Mills’, like I just mistyped and corrected. No, this is Rex’s home bar. And This is one big post, because there isn’t a natural break in them. 







