Um … I’ve never used the words “magical sky pixie.” I did quit going to church because it was a gross waste of my Sunday mornings. I now watch CBS Sunday Morning and then get to Village Inn before the Presbyterians get all the good seats for breakfast, so my Sunday mornings are much more enjoyable now. But I didn’t mean to put down religious people in my post – well, okay, maybe I did mean to make a little fun of Mr. Valentine being so judgemental about how people spend their Sundays. But I’ve never referred to any sky pixie, magical or otherwise. And I never would. Really.
I think you’re being perfectly reasonable in doing so. I wasn’t making any crack at you specifically at all.
While I do see the behavior I mentioned around here occassionally, and wish the posters responsible would knock it off, that doesn’t mean I don’t think that uptight doofuses like Valentine need to unclench a little and butt out of other peoples’ lives.
I would just like to make a note that this is not the first time in recorded history strippers have had to use a rubber . . . inner tube. I mean, do they realize they’re going to have to blow them . . . up?
Tripler
Won’t someone please think of the tire industry?
Actually, he’d rather be Tubing with Stryper.
Now, it’s been awhile since I’ve been to church, not being Christian and all, but I seem to remember something about communion wine/grape juice in very small glasses.
I wonder how constituents will feel when it realizes the city council banned communion?
There’s two rivers in San Marcos, the Guadalupe and the Comal. The Comal’s slower and less rowdy, it’s my choice. The Guadalupe is where most of the rowdiness is and also has some rapids that can be kinda dangerous. The last time I did the Guadalupe, I wound up with big abrasions and bruises on my sides from taking th erapids wrong (and I’ve seen ambulances take people away) but that’s why some people like it.
If you can manage to go on a weekday, that’s best. And some weekends are worse than others, holiday weekends being the worst.
You know, if you ever make it to New Braunfels, that place has a buffet… (although, honestly, “Oma’s Haus” on 46 kicks its ass up one side and down the other)
Heh.
I probably shouldn’t be resurrecting this thing, but here’s your update.
Back up there in post #2 I said that the 5 ounce container ban was stupid. Well, here you go:
Or, more importantly, without collecting sales taxes.
Yep, there are already reports of the dreaded 6oz Jello Shot coming in.
What idiots.
Sigh.
I’m in a unique position because I can see both sides of the argument. New Braunfels is a touristy town, fulla quaint German architecture. Thing is, it’s also full of quaint Germans. We got Germans who are still German despite the fact that they’re third-generation Texans. We even got Germans who are third-generation Texans who speak with a German accent.
It’s the only place in the world with Hispanic Germans.
Tremorviolet was almost right, but a bit too far north. San Marcos has the San Marcos river; New Braunfels has the Comal and the Guadalupe, and the Comal is located almost entirely within the city limits. Its primary function is to make Landa Park look nice, provide water for Schlitterbahn, the world’s largest water theme park not counting Hawaii, and to go toobin’ down on weekends, dumping beer down your throat and enjoying the scenery.
Now, they like tourists just fine. Tourists bring money, and they leave it here, which is nice because it decreases the tax burden on the rest of us.
Thing is, in recent years, they’ve begun to get a bit picky about the kind of tourist they want. Y’see, most of the riverfront property in the county is privately owned. Most of it has homes on it. My father-in-law’s, for one.
Now, he and I personally don’t mind sitting in the den and watching a speedboat full of drunk coeds take turns water-skiing with no clothes on. Doesn’t bother me a bit. But, then, my father-in-law isn’t as German as some of the locals. Neither am I (the cultural osmosis hasn’t quite taken yet, I guess).
…and despite the fact that NB is actually getting to be a decent-sized town, it still firmly believes (with fierce German tenacity) that it is a sleepy little hill country town. The kind of town, in fact, where letters from little old ladies are printed in the local paper, and everyone can read old Mrs. Glockenweiler bitchin’ about all the naked people cruising up and down the river, occasionally getting up onto someone’s riverfront back yard to take a drunken crap amongst the daffodils.
This came to a head a couple years back when someone wandered into his own back yard and found several people standing there, having climbed out of the river to use the toilet. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except when he complained to these people, they beat the crap out of him.
Like I said, I personally don’t mind. The razor wire, bouncing bettys and twin Spandaus mounted on the boathouse generally keep the riff-raff out… but some of the neighbors don’t have my father-in-law’s attitude about trespassers. Instead, they howl for the city to stand up on its hind legs and DO something about it!
So now, we’re fishing for another kind of tourist, the ones who are married with kids and will bring the family to Schlitterbahn and spend lots of money, and if you’re gonna get plotzed, do it at one of the local biergartens or at Wurstfest, at the end of October, like the rest of us do. No one will notice you, then.
I should add that the strippers kept their bikinis on. I made sure of that. Watched 'em at length via the telescope on the boathouse. Still, the city didn’t like it; it defeats the “family” atmosphere they’re trying to promote.
Gonna be interesting to see how this jello shots thing works out.
Back when I lived in San Diego, a couple girls at Pacer’s – a local strip club – formed a river-rafting tour company.
T & A tours ran buses up to the California river, and rafted down with you.
The T & A came from Tina and Alice – the owners. So did the T & A, for that matter…