Taking it back a bit: in May, the TIE team made a historic trip to Guangzhou, China.
With 6 shows in 2 days, we spent most of our time illegally trapped inside a Red Army building (our venue). Foreigners and photographs aren't allowed inside, so let's not complain I don't have photos of the giant Communist star we removed from the stage and just be happy I'm not in a Chinese prison.
Between shows, Lindsey and I ventured into Martyr's Park--described as "very peaceful." Clearly:
Nothing says 'peace' quite like a giant gun rising from the earth.
So, what stop should we get off at?:
Don't know why, but I think of my dad when I think about peasant revolts and the rise of the proletariat.
Imitation Mickey Mouses should always get decapitated:
Cheese Fun:
I think I asked Lindsey to attempt to encapsulate both cheese and fun into her face.
Safety 13th:
Back in the park, kids with swords:
Me, with Penguin hair, on a lamp:
Inside the underground malls, there are DJs, of course. They're spinnin' tunes in glass cages all day and night:
Getting serious at the arcade:
Costume change:
Someone was actually playing, so I couldn't hold the gun.
I really wanted to eat here, but was inexplicably vetoed:
The Pearl River:
An army-glorifying ballet:
At one show, a little boy said to me (or rather, to Pipi the Penguin) in one breath: "Hello how are you nice to meet you see you tomorrow."
I went to South Dakota for wedding mania!
First, the wedding of Jenna Hardy, a friend from high school band camp and SDSU--also met several times when we lived on the east coast.
The beautiful bride and I:
A guy at the wedding wore really tight jeans. My new friend Thoa and I inconspicuously took a photo:
My family held a picnic party to celebrate my return, much like the prodigal son. It was amazing! We didn't kill the fatted calf, but we had KFC, which is even better.
I chased my cousins around the park. They managed to get us to stand still long enough for this photo:
Throughout the week, I hung out with Grandma, visited friends, etc....then drove up to Aberdeen for wedding #2: Jessica McQuillen. I was honored to be a bridesmaid:
Two of my favorite people, Nikki and Dallas:
I dance dramatically:
So ends the tale for now. Jacksonvillians may look out for a Source article in the near future.
next blog: Lysistrata and the big MOVE out of the Bedazzler's Lair...
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I was just going to complain and whine and cry when lo and behold a new post greeted mine eyes. I was aware of your busyness and all the rest but love each and every post. I am exceedingly glad and grateful that you are NOT ensconced in a Chinese prison. Enjoy your new flat with room for you feet. Love, mom
I forgot--your dress doesn't even gap. I've still got it!
Does the DJ's booth say "Happy Mother" above it? It suuuure looks like it..
Who do we know that uses multiple vowels to elongate words? Moooooootheeeer? The, Daaaaaaaad?
To dance, or not to dance. That is the question.
i totally would have eaten at the village of gruel. they were pussies to back out on that foodie experience
Totally agree, Meaghan--you're the most adventurous foodie I know. You did snake in SSP, right?
I belieeeeeeeeeve it says "Happy Mother's Day."
And yes, the dress was FAB! I left it at grandma's house though.
Not to dance? that question does not exist in the lexicon of my life.
Do they really have Mother's Day in China? I thought they issued a ban on motherhood.
The,
Dad.
No, T,D. They issued a ban on grandchildren. Because, along with the proletariat and The Man, you hate them.
T,D doesn't hate the proletariat. That's why he always flies economy, right? To mingle.
I think it's interesting they celebrate American Mother's Day, rather than British (in March, I think). Actually, that's not that interesting at all.
I love the proletariat. I see it (or is it "them"?) as the last chance for restoration of the Monarchy. I am sure the proletariat will ultimately see the benefit of such rule and take appropriate action. As for grandchildren, my sentiments are, of course, well known.
The,
Dad.
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