With the economic downturn and a fair share of change and so on, I've been really craving rainbows and unicorns. So I was delighted by the turn of events that occured last weekend. I was sitting in a greek restaurant in Fremont eating dolmades, when I started to hear what sounded like a marching band.
Well, it was a marching band. About 15 or so people carrying an array of instruments. They were dressed carnivalesque, one wore a monkey mask, and their playing was actually rather good (if you happen to like that sort of thing). People were following them, and laughing, and generally having a good time.
The woman at a table next to me said, "They must be a bunch of 20-something misfits."
Because that's what freaks do apparently. I should see if they need a majorette.
Well, it was a marching band. About 15 or so people carrying an array of instruments. They were dressed carnivalesque, one wore a monkey mask, and their playing was actually rather good (if you happen to like that sort of thing). People were following them, and laughing, and generally having a good time.
The woman at a table next to me said, "They must be a bunch of 20-something misfits."
Because that's what freaks do apparently. I should see if they need a majorette.