Today was a very pleasant day in terms of weather. Nice and sunny with a cool onshore breeze, a good time to be out and about. I spent most of the day with my friend blake. We brainstormed our brains for fun things to do on such a lovely day. He suggested going to toys r us to pick up more garbage pail kids cards. He likes to collect them. The new series has scratch-and-sniff cards! One has a pile of dog poo that you can scratch-and-sniff, it really smells like dog poo, no shit!
On the way there, I thought it would be cool to buy a kite and go fly it in the park, it being nice and windy and all. Excited, we wandered into the toystore and ooohed and ahhhed at all the fun things, one of which was the new and improved talking electronic Battleship!
After wandering all the isles, I saw not a single kite. I tracked down a particularly downtrodden looking employee pushing a cart full of toys that had unsuccessfully tried to escape. After some time we found a single, dusty kite on a random shelf. It was the crappiest looking kite I've ever layed eyes on. "That's it? ONE crummy kite that is supposed to look like a clipper ship and totally un-kitelike?", I asked. "Errrrarrrraghhagh", she replied, which I took for a "Yes". "Don't kids fucking fly kites anymore goddamnit?!?" is what I would have said had I not been surrounded by kids who don't fucking fly kites anymore goddamnit.
On the way there, I thought it would be cool to buy a kite and go fly it in the park, it being nice and windy and all. Excited, we wandered into the toystore and ooohed and ahhhed at all the fun things, one of which was the new and improved talking electronic Battleship!
After wandering all the isles, I saw not a single kite. I tracked down a particularly downtrodden looking employee pushing a cart full of toys that had unsuccessfully tried to escape. After some time we found a single, dusty kite on a random shelf. It was the crappiest looking kite I've ever layed eyes on. "That's it? ONE crummy kite that is supposed to look like a clipper ship and totally un-kitelike?", I asked. "Errrrarrrraghhagh", she replied, which I took for a "Yes". "Don't kids fucking fly kites anymore goddamnit?!?" is what I would have said had I not been surrounded by kids who don't fucking fly kites anymore goddamnit.
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I remember the last time they came too-- my sister and I had a big birthday party that year and we had a rented helium tank-- we'd take lhose little plastic strawberry baskets, tie 4 or 5 balloons to it, fill the basket with cicadas, and send it off into the sky... I want to do that again, though somehow I think it won't be as much fun now that we're grown-ups.
But yeah, the cicadas are great. I'm going to take some pictures and post them soon.