Dragon Boy’s birthday was yesterday, and I hosted the party here at the Attic. Naturally, we all decided to wear headdresses and run around like wild animals in the yard. We even took our procession down the street to the local corner market to get some mixers for our drinks. Dragon Boy, wearing a his family heritage kilt, face paint, and a black wolf headdress, took a drum with him and tapped out a rhythm while I lead the way with a jaguar on my head, playing Blue Whale’s spirit flute. There were about 7 or 8 others with us, all wearing pelts and marching along down the road.
When we practically burst through the door at the corner market, Dragon Boy beat his drum and loudly announced in a Scottish accent: “We come seeking women and mixers! But mostly, mixers!”
The bewildered sales clerk looked at us all in a mix of shock and amusement. “We don’t got no women,” he said. “We’re just a couple of fat guys.”
Dragon Boy put his fists on his hips and gave the man a serious look. “You got man boobs?” he inquired.
“THOSE WILL DO!”
And the sales clerk nearly doubled over in laughter.
We got what we needed from the store, then marched back out the door: The coyote holding hands with the girl with the fox tail, followed by the black bear and the mountain lion, followed by the girl with the deer on her head, followed by me an my jaguar, followed by another wolf, and finally Dragon Boy. Back on the street, he began beating the drum again, and I played the flute all the way home.
I wish I could have as much fun as this.