man hunter

it snowed 5 inches last night... a serious anomaly for nashville night life.

normally, the only flakes nashville sees tend to fall from the gelled locks of the early 40's crowd that populates the trace (a bar which happened to close last week due to some tax issues). poor almost-old-men. now they will have to find somewhere else to hunt urban cougars with silicone boobs and impending appointments for their first eye lift.

anyway, last night i didn't get to see the start of the storm. i was at the yazoo brewery pub with my red-haired friend and two guys who were scouting new habitats since the closing of the trace. i don't think they'll make yazoo theirs: too much patagonia and patchouli. however, i am seriously considering making a temporary nest there. the guy to girl ration was about 25:1. and i do like a hiker type.

oddly, i can tolerate this flake from the trace. although he was camouflaged in an early 1990's pelt of light washed jeans and plaid ralph lauren, he was intelligent for his species. community minded. funny. and reasonable to look at, in a 90210 kind of way.

maybe it was the snow; maybe it was the beer; maybe it was the fact that love is not even in the forecast for an epoch(an early winter cold front killed all spring buds on this hydrangea). whatever it is, the snow is melting and i'm loading my gun.

it's not been 24 hours and he's foraging education articles from the tennessean to present to me.
oooh.
he just texted.
wow.
this species is destined for extinction.