|actual tweet sent to me tonight|
I’m glad to know that I present myself on this (and hopefully also on my music blog) as a “nice, balanced girl” so perhaps a little bit of explanation needs to be made about wtf is with me and the bees. It’s a simple enough story. I figured that taking a beekeeping workshop seemed like a fun and random way to spend a Saturday. I’ve also always wanted to wear a beekeeping suit. I assume you all have, too, no?
|other responses included, “You are quite a trip”|
The bee keeping suit was as awesome as I’d hoped it would be, even if sweat was streaming from every crevice of my body and pooling in other crevices I didn’t even know I had. I will definitely pursue bee keeping in a cooler climate. In the meantime, I’m pretty sure you’ll all be seeing this on the runways of fashion week next fall. I’m that kind of trendsetter.
I was slightly disenchanted by some of my fellow classmates, in particular the woman who asked (while zipping up her bee suit), “Wait, the bees will actually be there?” Um, yup! There was also the boy, who, when he could tear his tongue away from the back of his girlfriends throat would make terrible bee puns and at one point asked, “So I mean, I have to ask, do you have bear problems, you know, like Winnie Pooh?” Um, SERIOUSLY?? WINNIE POOH? It’s Winnie THE Pooh asswipe! I’m pretty sure the instructor was thinking the same thing when he responded, “Well, this is Central Texas, sooooo nope.”