Anyway, he made me promise to introduce you, so meet someone I'll be calling The Mitsy Bitsy Spider. He requested the alias Mitsy Bits but I added spider because he's kind of a huge creep. That's him next to El Greco trying to pose with duck lips.
Anyway, we returned to Cleveland yesterday in time for me to go back to work. I remember seeing the words "Dyngus Day" on Twitter but disregarded them, as I was busy mainlining coffee and trying to motivate myself despite knowing that El Greco was off work for the ninth day in a row. As I got off Route 2 and headed down Herman, I noticed an unusual volume of cars parked on the street. Then, when I got to my street (West 58th), I noticed an unusual volume of people with fake beards and sweatshirts that said "Come at Me, Bro" standing on the street. I was flagged down by a woman who told me, in case I didn't notice the hundreds of people and the cop car with lights flashing lined up at the Parkview, that I was headed into a parade that was about to start. I assured her I was just trying to get home.
As soon as I got up to my apartment I started hanging out the window taking pictures. Here's what Dyngus Day looks like:
|What is happening here?|
This is yet another very lazy post, but again, I have a lot going on right now. In the 20 minutes I spent writing this, I can't think of a great transition between introducing you to my husband's creepiest friend (yes, Mitsy, you earned it. And yes, ladies, I think he might be single?) and coming home to an obscure Polish holiday parade. I don't even have the energy to look up what it means. Because for all intents and purposes, it's probably just another reason to drink beer and eat a lot. That's all I need to know.
(But if anyone wants to comment below and tell me either the truth or lies about what Dyngus Day is, I will mail a homemade googly-eyed greeting card to the person with the best comment. Contest ends April 20.)