Last night at band practice we had a lengthy conversation about our next photo shoot. It's amazing enough that a band as fundamentally goofy looking as us actually does photoshoots. But the idea for the photo shoot is to dress as jockeys, head up to some farm in the country owned by a friend of Nic's and pose with a bunch of miniature horses. Apparently his friend breeds them. They're so small you can't actually ride them but apparently they're really aggressive, nasty little bastards.
We argued over whether we should be dressed as jockeys or cowboys. Personally I think we should go for a fox hunt theme and all wear red jackets and those little helmets.
Afterwards, it occured to me that this sounds like one of those stupid stories I'd make up to confuse my best friend, The Baron, like the time I told her that several thousand people every year die due to accidents with paper spikes.
It was an eventful band pratice. Dexter and Steph had totally amazing new songs, my bandmates spent five minutes cruelly mocking my love of cycling, Matt had a haircut thus greatly reducing the opportunity for clown jokes, and Nic was even more hyperactive than ever. When I was riding home some guy leaned out his car window and honked at me with an air horn. Who carries an air horn around with them when they go for a drive?
1 comment:
fox hunt would be good. then after that we should dress up as seal clubbers
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