Revelers revealed.
As though they sense the coming storm our numbers begin to dwindle – Hannah is out because of child care, Vanessa doesn’t like crowds and the dog parade was more than she could handle, Angela wants to go but has clients, judging by last night’s phone call Brad is in rare form and if I can rouse him we’ll be under way – we fuel each other. V is a bit of a wild card, but then she always is. This could go either way. This is the side of me that is a tad untamed and results in what Bob calls white knuckle drunks. I’ve got beads and a pink feather bowa, a jester’s hat and two flasks full of Vanilla Vodka. Hit the “wailing wall” cash machine for money I can’t afford to spend and enter into the bacchanalia. Dan is already there, I am to look for the giant pink rabbit of course. He’s rented several rooms at the Adams Mark, which is where this evening may resolve itself into unconsciousness.
Just talked to Brad, we’re catching the metrolink in as this is clearly a non-driving, and nowhere to park anyway, affair. The paper suggests catching a shuttle in from the Savis center. When told of Dan’s friends brad queried, “the full bunny?” “Yes, he’s doing the full bunny.” “What if there are lots of full bunnies?” “Then we are to look for the tall Mexican with someone in full bunny at his side.” The next chapter has yet to be lived and is thus yet to be writ. I haven’t eaten anything yet so will look for gator on a stick – a seasonal treat. Though I am having bread and beer as we speak as a precursor.
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