Eminence Ky should be renamed Fellini-ville. Seriously. The only thing missing from the evening was some fucking clowns.
So many of you probably have either read or heard about the strange unannounced school/pep/contusionating/excuse for a school parade that happened to the old Regina and myself a month or 2 ago.
It happened again.
I was minding my own business, painting my new office, when I heard shouts and sirens. Thinking I might be on fire and not know it, I went to the window to see multitudes, running, streaming, nay, STAMPEDING to the street corner. Then came the tobacco trailers loaded with children. Thr trucks crudely depicting various "scenes". The little miss and mister beauty contestants, riding ON TOP OF THE CORVETTE. The fire trucks and police cars. The wild, silent, contortions of the crowd as they attempt to avoid the bruising SweetTarts and Smarties (ha ha. Get it?) as they fly like a Nolan Ryan pitch from the tiny fists of grinning imps DETERMINED to send their sibling to the hospital with a taffy stuck in their eye.
Then it ended. The crowd dispersed. The "floats" disappeared. And a monkey on a tricycle playing a tin trumpet slowly wheeled down the street.
Ok, I made up the monkey.
I have to go rock out now. Jello Biafra demands it.
Current Location: The effin yellow room. Where else would I be?
Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: Rock Music!!
So many of you probably have either read or heard about the strange unannounced school/pep/contusionating/excuse for a school parade that happened to the old Regina and myself a month or 2 ago.
It happened again.
I was minding my own business, painting my new office, when I heard shouts and sirens. Thinking I might be on fire and not know it, I went to the window to see multitudes, running, streaming, nay, STAMPEDING to the street corner. Then came the tobacco trailers loaded with children. Thr trucks crudely depicting various "scenes". The little miss and mister beauty contestants, riding ON TOP OF THE CORVETTE. The fire trucks and police cars. The wild, silent, contortions of the crowd as they attempt to avoid the bruising SweetTarts and Smarties (ha ha. Get it?) as they fly like a Nolan Ryan pitch from the tiny fists of grinning imps DETERMINED to send their sibling to the hospital with a taffy stuck in their eye.
Then it ended. The crowd dispersed. The "floats" disappeared. And a monkey on a tricycle playing a tin trumpet slowly wheeled down the street.
Ok, I made up the monkey.
I have to go rock out now. Jello Biafra demands it.
Current Location: The effin yellow room. Where else would I be?
Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: Rock Music!!