Big, Fat, whatever you couldn't possibly be interested anymore...
I re-read what I wrote in word and it's completely incomprehensible.
It's now three in the morning and I'm re-writing it right here, right now.
Anyway, Erik built the float and we got the costumes up and on people. All of us were in a huge warehouse with kids and people everywhere.
Men and women on stilts, wearing huge feathered hair pieces and shiny, white sequined costumes. After the parade I helped two of them off their stilts. That would probably look good on a resume.
A whole troop of Brazillian dancers were getting costumed right next to us. They aren't very shy about changing in front of people, really. Lots of thongs and eyeliner and boobies. And sequins
Sequins were everywhere. Everyone wanted sequins. I almost didn't participate in the parade itself, because I really didn't want to wear sequins, but I found a men's plaid sportcoat and a huge paisely clown hat and decided to go for it.
Everyone was costumed. The float was ready.
Wavy Gravy was hoisted up into his chair and the drummers got on the float. The driver of the float got in. Energy was really high and everyone was excited. My position, as a flag carrier, was to walk in front of the float on the right hand side and make sure it didn't run anyone over while holding a huge medieval type flag with crepe paper streamers and a big gold ball on the top. Erik had the flag on the left hand side and Mama had a flag in front of us, right behind the Brazillian dancers. More thongs.
The route through the grounds was crowded but people got out of the way ok and we only knocked over one display.
Everyone wanted to see Wavy and were yelling "Happy Birthday, Wavy Gravy" and other such greetings.
The man is 79 years old, you know? He's an Icon. He had a squirt gun shaped like a fish and was wearing a dooki brown clown costume with green stars on it. It was subtle, but effective.
We got to the other side of the fairgrounds with minimal bloodshed and WG was hoisted back down from the float. All four kids wanted to ride on the float on the way back to the warehouse and Mama, Erik and I still had our positions in front to guide the huge thing through the hippie choked fairgrounds.
One of the drummers tried to jump off the float as we were pulling in the driveway and fell. She landed on her drum and, fortunately, wasn't hurt.
Whew. Back to break it down. Costumes were packed, the float was stripped and then greatly abused by the kids who gave each other rides by towing it with a rope that was tied on the front of the frame.
Once I couldn't see anything else to pack or break down I went to the beer stand with Erik and we got two six dollar beers.
Mama said that Anna and I were very helpful and could come with her to help anytime.
Her words, yelled to everyone "These two are KEEPERS!"
After packing everything we went to see Cake.
Cake, the reason I went. Not really, but the only band on the list that I wanted to see.
Cake started about an hour late. It was getting cold, kids were tired, grown ups were tired. We stayed for three songs and then got in the car and drove home.
Oh, tired. Oh, sleepy.
ZZZZZ
And that's the story of my big, fat, hippie weekend.
Part one is a couple of entries back if you want to know what the hell it's all about.
It's now three in the morning and I'm re-writing it right here, right now.
Anyway, Erik built the float and we got the costumes up and on people. All of us were in a huge warehouse with kids and people everywhere.
Men and women on stilts, wearing huge feathered hair pieces and shiny, white sequined costumes. After the parade I helped two of them off their stilts. That would probably look good on a resume.
A whole troop of Brazillian dancers were getting costumed right next to us. They aren't very shy about changing in front of people, really. Lots of thongs and eyeliner and boobies. And sequins
Sequins were everywhere. Everyone wanted sequins. I almost didn't participate in the parade itself, because I really didn't want to wear sequins, but I found a men's plaid sportcoat and a huge paisely clown hat and decided to go for it.
Everyone was costumed. The float was ready.
Wavy Gravy was hoisted up into his chair and the drummers got on the float. The driver of the float got in. Energy was really high and everyone was excited. My position, as a flag carrier, was to walk in front of the float on the right hand side and make sure it didn't run anyone over while holding a huge medieval type flag with crepe paper streamers and a big gold ball on the top. Erik had the flag on the left hand side and Mama had a flag in front of us, right behind the Brazillian dancers. More thongs.
The route through the grounds was crowded but people got out of the way ok and we only knocked over one display.
Everyone wanted to see Wavy and were yelling "Happy Birthday, Wavy Gravy" and other such greetings.
The man is 79 years old, you know? He's an Icon. He had a squirt gun shaped like a fish and was wearing a dooki brown clown costume with green stars on it. It was subtle, but effective.
We got to the other side of the fairgrounds with minimal bloodshed and WG was hoisted back down from the float. All four kids wanted to ride on the float on the way back to the warehouse and Mama, Erik and I still had our positions in front to guide the huge thing through the hippie choked fairgrounds.
One of the drummers tried to jump off the float as we were pulling in the driveway and fell. She landed on her drum and, fortunately, wasn't hurt.
Whew. Back to break it down. Costumes were packed, the float was stripped and then greatly abused by the kids who gave each other rides by towing it with a rope that was tied on the front of the frame.
Once I couldn't see anything else to pack or break down I went to the beer stand with Erik and we got two six dollar beers.
Mama said that Anna and I were very helpful and could come with her to help anytime.
Her words, yelled to everyone "These two are KEEPERS!"
After packing everything we went to see Cake.
Cake, the reason I went. Not really, but the only band on the list that I wanted to see.
Cake started about an hour late. It was getting cold, kids were tired, grown ups were tired. We stayed for three songs and then got in the car and drove home.
Oh, tired. Oh, sleepy.
ZZZZZ
And that's the story of my big, fat, hippie weekend.
Part one is a couple of entries back if you want to know what the hell it's all about.
posted by onewetleg @ 3:09 AM
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