My friend Tiff was in town, so off we went to discover the Haight. We found an awesome bar with some really friendly patrons. Luckily it was warm inside, and I got to see the Licking Wildcats t-shirt I had heard about.
You see, my friend Tiff gets to travel the United States quite a bit. Sometimes she gets to go somewhere cool (like SF so she can see me) and sometimes she gets sent to, for lack of a better term, Hickville USA (sorry folks of Licking, it’s true). I guess that all evens out in the end.
Back to the t-shirt. With a name like Licking, you can’t leave without getting some kind of memento with the town name on it. Enter the Licking Wildcats t-shirt. No, it’s not a community college team — it’s not even the high school mascot. It’s the elementary school’s mascot. I know there’s a joke here about people with a 4th grade education, but I’ll refrain.
Normally I wouldn’t be this mean (not in public anyways), especially since the common stereotype for a Tennesseean is I should be barefoot and pregnant with my cousin’s baby. But I did my time in the Show Me state (I’ll have to rant about that nickname another time) and I can safely say I hope I never have to go back — that section of the country is about as f*d up and backwards as you can get.
So there — my mean-ness is showing; you’re seeing the true colors. But, it was awesome to see Tiff again, and she’s one of two friends I made in Missouri that I get to see this weekend… so I guess the place isn’t all bad. It makes for good bonding.