Well, I just took a vinegar bath per Kelly's instructions (for a dumb ass mistake I made in the stupid, evil tanning bed...I stayed in too long). Now I smell like my favorite potato chip, and Lewis is licking my legs like they're Alpo flavored lollipops.
On a more pleasant note, I talked to Master P today (he's in town for a welcome home ceremony for 94th Engineers).
Anyway, Scout and I were walking out of the PX this evening, and Master P came walking in. I smiled and yelled, "What's up DUDE!" Scout kept walking like he was too cool.
I never noticed how nice Master P's smile was until I saw him up close...and he said, "What's uuup." (All slow and mellow like).
As we did the equivalent of shaking hands...with closed fists (do you know what I mean?) I said, "Welcome to Hell, Dude."
He laughed and walked off.
You know, I never knew much about Master P until he was on Dancing With the Stars. But I rooted for him because I wanted him to prove he could do it...And I LOVED his partner, Ashly.
For the 2.4 seconds I was around him, he seemed like a pretty cool dude.
Before today, the only famous person I had met was Dr. Seuss. He was pretty damn cool too.