It's sort of like a mating ritual except
no one gets laid.
Meanwhile...
...everyone still is not getting laid
the spilling of beer (aka. "seeding")
prepares the ground for fish to race
the next year.
and everyone is very drunk
(aka. "happy") about this...
(this is actually one of my favorite
sequence of photos of the entire
event)
Meanwhile....
wow.
You know when you have a vision
for something and then see the
reality of how it's actually going to
be?
The Kareem stage is EXACTLY as I
dreamed, even down to the faux
plywood finish, untrimmed
cutouts and flesh ripping wood
screws sticking out the back.
I then go to sleep for longer than I
anticipated.
I slept straight into the night and
when I woke up I realized that the
Grampage was going on.
I saw Ruthie stuck up on the bar
so I made sure that no one would
go anywhere until I changed and
came back.
She didn't get the memo...
So I dress as "Benny"
and then realize that Ruthie and I are
the only people doing this thing.
The problem with Benny
is that I began taking
on the persona of my
Grandmother who
suffered from a stroke
just before she died.
I couldn't really speak
and could only point. Then when people
started helping me around
I had to call it quits
because it was beginning
to freak me out.
