After rapidly ingesting two blueberry pancakes this morning, I discovered the teeth on my jeans’ zipper were not interlocking. I ran to the bathroom and whipped off my pants and tried to get the zipper to work but it was no use. The fly was straight up busted. I jumped into my car and sped off to change, and on the way to my apartment I saw marching bands and policemen. Happily, another Portuguese parade was a-brewing.
Today’s procession must have had some mythical back story, because it was quite somber and quasi-religious. Baby princesses bore sparkling crowns. A woman in an olive green dress carried a white dove on a pillow. I believe the pillow dove symbolized peace. Sharon said the bird was probably dead.
Not as good as the other Portuguese parade; that one had a rumbling volcano float and candy throwers. Definitely still good enough to brighten my Sunday, and break up my thirteen hour workday.
Bird was sleeping…..? Dove was crying? Dunno my brotha alls I know is we had the dream team but everyone was sleepy!
This is what it sounds like… when the brunch cries.
13 hours!? Must like that worky-spirit parade!
Did they have the large painted chicken float this year?