Sunday, March 26, 2006

Chicken Ranch

So my fiance's dad took us to a dinner theatre tonight, where we were treated to an off-off-off-off-Broadway production of "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas". Even more fun, my fiance is (vaguely) related one of the main characters!

Sadly, the whole thing is based on a true story. I'm not all that crazy about prostitution, even the "good" kind (without beatings, and pimps, and drugs), but I'm far less fond of the hypocrisy that happens when politicians get bees in their bonnets about "sin". Kinda like the trumped-up drug charges that led to the naming of names in the Odessa "massage parlor" scandal in 04/05. Oh well. I guess that'll teach 'em to just keep it in their pants (or not get caught).

1 comment:

bugdog said...

I know this is a lot late in coming, but I had to post a reply to this.
My husband is not from Texas, but moved here after he got out of the army. We had been living in Houston while he was in the police academy and one night he finally broke down and asked who the hell that old guy with the white hair and blue glasses was and why the hell was he still on TV...

So I said he's the one that broke the Chicken Ranch story.

My husband said, "Yeah, if you've ever seen one of those places, you'd never eat chicken again."

It took me way too long to explain why I was laughing so hard. He made me swear to not tell that story, so of course, I tell it every chance I get :)