9.29.2010
golden crust
9.28.2010
double trouble
9.22.2010
colour
9.21.2010
Sentence first - verdict afterwards.
Here were the rules.
First cake was eaten and drink was drunken.
Then it was a mad dash to the white roses before the queen came. Hawaiian punch was the perfect paint and spitting, spewing, expectorating, etc. were very effective painting techniques. There was even dubbed the "walker spray" which produced more of a fine mist and some very fine coating.
In the end we were shockingly without any red stains on our wonky outfits (huzzah) and the winners proudly showed off their stretchy body part prizes. (And by "showed off" I mean throwing said body parts at one poor knave with a poster board as a target.)
9.20.2010
we're all mad here
grand display
9.13.2010
gloom
Zozobra is a hideous but harmless fifty-foot bogeyman marionette. He is a toothless, empty-headed facade. He has no guts and doesn't have a leg to stand on. He is full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. He never wins. He moans and groans, rolls his eyes and twists his head. His mouth gapes and chomps. His arms flail about in frustration. Every year we do him in. We string him up and burn him down in ablaze of fireworks. At last, he is gone, taking with him all our troubles for another whole year. Santa Fe celebrates another victory. Viva la Fiesta!