A Happy Dyngus Day?

I'm at that point in my life where holidays take on a whole new lack of meaning. There are zero children in my family, so Christmas, Easter, etc. are celebrated pretty much the same way as the Fourth of July: Drink beer and eat a lot. This weekend I went to Oxford with El Greco to visit his family. Yes, any Miami grads out there, my husband and his siblings are townies. Famously so.

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.)