If you are from the midwest (or someplace else that has glorious grass), tell me what your first reaction is when seeing this photo:
Shock? Indignation? Do you have the urge to yell at me and then apologize to the lawn for the error in my ways?
Thought so.
Because I sure did. But yes, that is my car and I willingly put it there in the front part of my friend's lawn. You see, rules are different here in Miami. And lawns are not lawns at all but patches of sand with a few scrubby weeds that pass for grass popping through.
If you are not from the midwest and haven't shaken your head in disbelief but understanding so far, let me explain. Grass is revered and lawns are an extension of the family. We spend countless hours manicuring them, watering them (there is a strict schedule, but everyone has their own recipe, so to say), and freaking out on anyone that parks their car in the driveway but lets a tread of the tire run into the grass.
I've got to say, I never really understood the obsession, but I always loved a good roll around on the softest ones. (what? you didn't roll down the hill at your grandparents house or lay in the President's lawn at the University to look at the clouds?)
So I never really realized how ingrained in my very being of existing as a midwesterner born and raised of what kind of respect a lawn deserves. Until, that is, I moved here and people want you to park your car on their lawn because there isn't enough room on the street. I kid you not, another friend of mine had me just pull right up into the heart of the lawn, not just the strip by the street. I hate it. Hate it. I feel like I'm being forced to write with my left hand or wear my glasses backwards. But I do it. I think about how much trouble I'd get in if I were at home and I pulled a stunt like that at a friend's house, or heaven forbid my house.
But I do it. And then I take pictures of it to share. Because I know some of you understand too.
AND THEN, we head off to work the Panthers Game. Lets just suffice it to say that even before puck drop I managed to get hurt on the ice. So I performed the rest of the game (I didn't let it stop me, nooosireee) with this wrapped around my leg and under my pants. Oh well, I shot 2 segments for my application video tonight and I'm pretty sure they are keepers.
OH and then there was this:
You probably have no idea who that is a shot of. Well it just so happens to be Olympic Gold Medalist Misty May Treanor. Yes sir, I was in the presence of olympic greatness tonight, and close enough to touch her if I wanted to. I may sneak photos but I'm not creepy enough to "accidentally" touch her to see if some gold-medal-winning-greatness rubs off. But then again, I make no promises if I see Michael Phelps in front of me in line somewhere.
Off to bed now, BIG day of shooting tomorrow! Wish me luck and sleep tight :)
Claire, if you see Michael Phelps, you won't be rubbing him to see if Olympic greatness rubs off. You'll be rubbing him for completely different (and mind you, inappropriate) reasons :)
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I think when you say look at the clouds in the president of the univeristys front lawn you mean.. drunkly fall down, roll around in the leaves and then use it as a restroom.
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ReplyDeleteOh stop, I'm not YOU. I'm not a molester. lol.
To Sam:
Okay, I'll give you that one time (of several I might add, all but one being completely stone cold sober) I did roll around in the autumn leaves. HOWEVER I have no idea what this "use it as a restroom" business is. It actually kind of disturbs me, because if you think I used it as a restroom, then that means you are confusing me with someone else, which means I probably KNOW the someone that used a lawn as a bathroom. And that is distrubing.