Beautiful people

We were standing there, Katie, Chris and I, waiting for the Envy Corps show to start. "Oh, there's the Juice photographer," said Chris. We then proceeded to avoid eye contact with said photog. You see, Juice is this newspaper/magazine [Lynette help me out here, I don't know the correct term] that caters to the twentysomethings of Des Moines. But it isn't like the Willamette or Cityview, which cater to the hipster/intellectual/music lovers; Juice, I would like to think, caters to the bar/club hoppers. Maybe I'm wrong, but I get this impression anytime I actually look at Juice, which is rarely. There's a section in it that is photographs from bars that is taken on the weekends, usually they contain pictures of very blonde, very tan, very beautiful people. So, you can see why we were avoiding her, or at least why I was avoiding her. I didn't really want to be including in such a product [kind of like the "candid" shots for a yearbook].

She was standing there, looking at us, with me being the closest one. Though I didn't want her to take our picture, I couldn't help but the nice guy that I am and I turned to her. "Can I take your picture for Juice?" "Sure, why not." We laughed and Chris lied about his age, and eventually the bands played and the show was great. On Wednesday my co-worker Dayna was reading the latest issue of Juice and I made her turn to the photo pages, and sure enough....



..there we were. But, as you can see, I made no attempt to hide my contempt for Juice. I put on my best angry face and took the world [Des Moines] by storm. As Chris said, "We are the beautiful people of Des Moines," and he's a soothsayer, so it's gotta be true. And that's how life in Des Moines goes. In all honesty I've been a busy and stressed guy, and I have at least two more posts written [in my head], so please excuse the blogging lapse. enjoy the weekend, kill you television. you have my love.