Points of Note Part 2

I got my first speeding ticket. Speeding is something that is ridiculously easy for me to rationalize. For instance when a city went without speed limits for a few months, nothing happened. There was no rise or decline of accidents, everything stayed the same. It turns out people drive at a speed they're comfortable with, and if you're already going 50 you're going to be just as dead when you crash as if you're going 94. Which is incidentally what I was going on some forgotten stretch in Montana. I came up behind a cop, and he clocked me. I was wearing my glasses for once, and I'm convinced the appearance of my eyes being several times too large and my bedraggled "slept in my car" look kept him pleasantly disposed. He gave me a $40 ticket, but since I found a $50 bill on the floor of a gas station the night before I figure I'm still up by $10.

When I entered the park there were lots of signs for wildlife crossing and they weren't joking. I stopped three or four times when in the national parks. The first time was for bison, and I was disappointed to see how small they were. My mom owns cows, small ones, and these were almost of a size with them! I snapped a picture as they meandered past, disappointed. I told Taylor and her roommate later how surprised I was that they hadn't been bigger. They asked if I was sure they were adults. It was a whole herd, so I was
pretty certain. But I changed my mind on my way home. There was another crossing, and these bison were substantially larger, and furred differently, and incidentally having an adult male bison lumber by you is a rather daunting experience.

And finally, the spice girls, for which I will include a real picture. Taylor and I were wandering Jackson waiting for our showing of Gatsby when we saw a commotion. A man leading a dog that was choking itself on it's collar told us it was a chili festival. We approached curiously and in the light drizzle people had set up several booths and there was a male voice crying that he was giving away chili, championship chili! When we found them we both whipped out our cameras. A sign said Spice World, and two men were in some of the most ridiculous drag I've ever seen. They were ladling chili and calling out and there were girls too but they weren't half so entertaining. But the best part was when they agreed to do photos. They stood under these deer antler arches (which  honestly disturbed me quite a bit) and posed.

 Some Asian tourists came up and got in the picture, one excitedly exclaiming, "Are they the real Spice Girls?" despite two obviously being men, and then a middle aged Asian woman came up and photo bombed the whole thing, standing in front of two of the "girls" with arms outstretched into peace signs. It made my life.