It looks like I will be attending the circus this weekend. Clowns, elephants, cotton candy, no alcohol. What the hell was I thinking?
I think what convinced me was the promise of a human cannonball. We don’t get that sort of excitement in Nebraska too often.
I sort of owed the kid a circus as we missed it last year because of the tornado, and he pretty much pestered me for hours today after hearing the ringmaster being interviewed on the radio. I thought about renting Freaks for Danny to watch before going, but then I decided to be a good less awful adequate parent and just let him develop his own healthy fear of circus performers.
I’d better get some damn good cotton candy out of this, or at the very least a Sno-Cone.
OMG, now I want you to be my mommy back when I was Danny’s age: I wish to gawd my mumsie had the - - ?? (searching for perfect word) ?? - - to have shown me FREAKS when I was a kid. (On my own at about age 7 I mistakenly bought a Yoko Ono single, and I learned to love it because it was something different. It was the “different” that I liked, as I liked Tiny Tim (my first album!) because he was different).
Comment by Raymond — March 21, 2009 @ 4:34 am
Did I ever tell you that my mother bought me a Frank Zappa record for my seventh birthday? I’m just trying to keep up with the family tradition.
Comment by JSM — March 21, 2009 @ 12:28 pm