Pole Bus
January is a special month. For those in the northern climes, it is a time when Old Feller Winter shows up in earnest. All hope for temperatures above 32 degrees are beaten from your body as systematically as a smithy forging his wares on an anvil, banging them into submission. Snow falls, car batteries fail, and the air becomes crisp and clean feeling. After a short respite, University students again make their drowsy ways into the classroom, and New Years resolutions crumple under the pressures of a new year.
And babies. Lots of babies, apparently. January was the birthday month and how better to celebrate the existence of such a bountiful crop than to throw them all into a big, old, nasty, boozy school bus with party lights and long bench seats? How about throwing them into a big, old, nasty, boozy school bus with party lights, long bench seats and a stripper pole in the back. Why don't we paint it all green and call it "the Frog," then? Done.
BirthdayFest '07 blasted off in honor of Emily, the Blue Eyed Gopher, and MaryJunk, (There were a few other bdays in the month, but this was a specifically targeted application of craziness for these three) (MH had some spiffy pics, too) who happened to be up to rock the Polis that weekend.
I think that the bus-riding was executed flawlessly. We criss-crossed the metro area, allowing plenty of time between stops for hijinks, and visited a variety of interesting venues. To those planning a p.bus, here is what you need to know:
1. Get the money first. Don't tip, that's included.
2. Go to places you haven't been before.
3. One traditional pad, for nostalgia, is permissible.
4. Select venues that are remotely located from each other.
5. Make a supersweet mix.
6. "Stop means booze."
7. Accidentally dumping 5 gallons of ice out in the snow is ok... just scoop it all back onto the bus.
8. Get LOTS of people to come.
And I'm bored with the list. The evening, however, covered the spectrum of zany shenanigans: Rando nudity, 80's style hookups, and whatever MJ and EU did in the back of the bus. Sweet God.
I'm overwhelmed.
And babies. Lots of babies, apparently. January was the birthday month and how better to celebrate the existence of such a bountiful crop than to throw them all into a big, old, nasty, boozy school bus with party lights and long bench seats? How about throwing them into a big, old, nasty, boozy school bus with party lights, long bench seats and a stripper pole in the back. Why don't we paint it all green and call it "the Frog," then? Done.BirthdayFest '07 blasted off in honor of Emily, the Blue Eyed Gopher, and MaryJunk, (There were a few other bdays in the month, but this was a specifically targeted application of craziness for these three) (MH had some spiffy pics, too) who happened to be up to rock the Polis that weekend.
I think that the bus-riding was executed flawlessly. We criss-crossed the metro area, allowing plenty of time between stops for hijinks, and visited a variety of interesting venues. To those planning a p.bus, here is what you need to know:
1. Get the money first. Don't tip, that's included.
2. Go to places you haven't been before.
3. One traditional pad, for nostalgia, is permissible.
4. Select venues that are remotely located from each other.
5. Make a supersweet mix.
6. "Stop means booze."
7. Accidentally dumping 5 gallons of ice out in the snow is ok... just scoop it all back onto the bus.
8. Get LOTS of people to come.
And I'm bored with the list. The evening, however, covered the spectrum of zany shenanigans: Rando nudity, 80's style hookups, and whatever MJ and EU did in the back of the bus. Sweet God.
I'm overwhelmed.
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