"You have a parrot on your face!"
Yesterday I went to a "Cinco de Mayo One Day Early" party at 826 Valencia where I help kids with their homework once a week (http://www.826valencia.org/). There, I witnessed the second year of pinata madness. The dark side of my usually docile tutees was revealed as they first beat the daylights out of a cardboard Spongebob Squarepants, and then fell in a fury like posessed bacchae on the candy that spilled from his insides. I was amazed that only two minor injuries resulted from this exercise. I don't think we'll be having a pinata next year.
Two of the volunteers were doing face-painting, and Liz, a volunteer in the Pirate Supply Store, painted a really nice parrot on my cheek. After the party, I went to a coffee shop and then to an art opening at Creativity Explored (http://www.creativityexplored.org/). I got many comments on my parrot, which was nice, even though it also served as an opening for a conversation with a man whose rambling story eventually led to a request for $6.49 for a BART ticket. He claimed to be a nice lost boy from Alabama who was staying with relatives. I'm pretty sure he was actually a heroin addict, but I gave him a buck anyway. A hipster at the coffee shop asked what my parrot's name was. I asked him to name it for me. His girlfriend suggested Perry. The hipster suggested Cheek-o. I also got many smiles from strangers, and every time it happened, I'd think this person is smiling at me. Do I know him/her? Where do I know him/her from? Oh right. I have a parrot on my face.
Two of the volunteers were doing face-painting, and Liz, a volunteer in the Pirate Supply Store, painted a really nice parrot on my cheek. After the party, I went to a coffee shop and then to an art opening at Creativity Explored (http://www.creativityexplored.org/). I got many comments on my parrot, which was nice, even though it also served as an opening for a conversation with a man whose rambling story eventually led to a request for $6.49 for a BART ticket. He claimed to be a nice lost boy from Alabama who was staying with relatives. I'm pretty sure he was actually a heroin addict, but I gave him a buck anyway. A hipster at the coffee shop asked what my parrot's name was. I asked him to name it for me. His girlfriend suggested Perry. The hipster suggested Cheek-o. I also got many smiles from strangers, and every time it happened, I'd think this person is smiling at me. Do I know him/her? Where do I know him/her from? Oh right. I have a parrot on my face.