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Sunday, August 28, 2005


The Wellington Throwing Club's symphonic-dysphoric Lake Harriet Bandshell event has been postponed. The jelly-filled balloons are nowhere to be found. "I know a man who can get us a gross of those fantastic yellow jelly-filled balloons," Pale Tom said, and naturally we believed him. Now we have nothing to throw at the musicians. We don’t even have the beetjuice-soaked sponges anymore, because Rafe lost them in the woods. See? This is the kind of catastrophic cold drama that keeps me awake at night. This, and the cries of the pale asthmatic boy who keeps falling off my outbuildings while retrieving his Frisbee.


Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

The best Bandshell event I ever saw was "Duelling Cymbals." After clashing for awhile the band members began sailing the cymbals like Frisbees. Several decapitations resulted. I don't recall that any of the cymbals landed on your outbuildings.

6:09 PM  
Blogger Adolfo Velasquez said...

But did any of the decapitated heads land on her outbuildings? Perhaps this is what scares the asthmatic boy off the roofs so much.

12:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is the Frisbee a regulation "glow in the dark" Frisbee, or one of those insidious fake Frisbees that the hardware store keeps giving away?

I won't go anywhere near the hardware store because you just can't get a good Frisbee.

I think that Roger Daltry's tree claimed my last Frisbee. Could you see if you can have him cut the damned thing down?

1:57 AM  
Blogger Shane said...

'Rafe lost them in the woods'? You believe this? Esther, you deserve better... Would you like me and OldHorsetailSnake to kill Rafe for you? It's been a while since our last killing, but we're still sharp.

4:01 PM  

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