custom car show

Went with Jenn last night to the Draggin's Car Show at SaskPlace Credit Union Centre. Oh to be in a different city for things like this! In my head, there's rockabilly bands, boys with cuffed jeans and grease in their hair, girls in poodle skirts and cat's-eye glasses (and beer). In the real world, there's farmer Howard with his big fucking beer gut and bad farmer jeans and old ladies with embroidered sweatshirts... and no drinks cuz it's Good Friday. Oh well. We were the coolest kids on the block, eating our corn dogs and checking out the rides. One of my faves up top, and the type of Mustang that makes Jenn drool, bottom. In another life, along with being a sultry jazz singer, I would like to be a cool-ass grease monkey. Wanna come hang in my garage?