howling at the moon on a nighttime adventure like no other...
pretty accurate
the start was after 9 p.m. under the broadway bridge
there was a full jammin' drum line with flaggers with lighted flags...
how could one not be so excited?
costumes were encouraged
we crossed the bridge with glownecklaces and lights demanding passage on the roadways
mississippi was slowing down from their daily festivities
and the club scene was starting to bump
the 5 naked guys on unicycles definately spiced up the ride
when they passed us going the opposite way of traffic
when they passed us going the opposite way of traffic
as for me,
i was trying to keep up with this guy in my pink pony shirt
if you know or own a pony shirt
you're aware that not just anyone can be part of the gang
but with neon green running shorts
you're aware that not just anyone can be part of the gang
but with neon green running shorts
over his riding shorts
he was pretty irresistable
i on the other hand was peddling my heart out
and sweating under that blue wig
stops for popcorn and unimpressive bike clips started the first rest
but my rest #2 they got their act together
and provided a "candy land" tent
a via 1970s dance party
and professional hula hoop dancers with nothing other than
lighted hola hoops...
they were impressive
fun night to fancy the portland
again...
bringing my regular camera would have been too smart
luckily cell phones are decently awesome
1 comment:
I have a pink pony shirt! Go Moab!
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