The Circus Is Here, Big Time

2004-05-30

People people people! There is is deep fried twinkie stand outside! The person who invented chocolate with peanut butter ain't got nothing on the deep fried twinkie man. Did you KNOW about this? And why didn't you tell me?

If anybody would like to call me Deep Fried Twinkie from now on, that would be alright with me.

Yes, the arrival of deep-fried-everything can mean only one thing. This weekend is Carnaval. Not the real one in Rio; it's the two-day drunken parade, music, and fried twinkie fest in SF. The street fair part is a 7 block expanse that ends at my doorstep. The parade starts on the other side of my doorstep, circles my block and goes up a different street, dispersing its participants into an enormous party of which I AM THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE.

Ha ha, I warned you some day it would happen.

The smell of all things barbecued stopped in yesterday morning and has been chilling here ever since.

There's a gang of hoodlums who took the day off from smashing my windshield to have a Corona party on my front stoop.

There are some kick ass bands with twenty people in them playing all sorts of Latin music.

There are a million baby strollers all carrying, to my disappointment, babies instead of red meat. Though I suppose the line blurs a little on that one.

There are 8 foot towers of cotton candy being paraded past my window.

There are men wearing 50 balloons to sell like the Michelin Man's shirt.

There is a pile of garbage involving corn cobs, beer bottles and chicken carcasses amassing at my garage door.

The ice cream men are swarming in full force.

Hello Memorial Day!

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