Friday, June 30, 2006
celebrate good times. c'mon.
Went to a presentation yesterday at this historic theatre. Lots of helpful information, lots of energy, blah, blah... good time had by all.
Then the confetti bombs went off.
You know, those things they show on the American Idol finale -- where bits of Mylar explode all over, so you look like you're inside a giant, silvery snowglobe? Festive, huh?
When you're in the middle of it -- not so much.
There's something very self-indulgent and hubristic about it. It's almost like saying, "We're so great that we can make life hell for the cleaning crew." Or, "People labored over restoring this theatre to its former glory. Let's make it look like a four-story disco ball."
And I learned not to wear a V-neck top at these events. Two hours later, I was still picking confetti out of my bra.
Then the confetti bombs went off.
You know, those things they show on the American Idol finale -- where bits of Mylar explode all over, so you look like you're inside a giant, silvery snowglobe? Festive, huh?
When you're in the middle of it -- not so much.
There's something very self-indulgent and hubristic about it. It's almost like saying, "We're so great that we can make life hell for the cleaning crew." Or, "People labored over restoring this theatre to its former glory. Let's make it look like a four-story disco ball."
And I learned not to wear a V-neck top at these events. Two hours later, I was still picking confetti out of my bra.
# posted by Peggy @ 6:45 PM 
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You should have asked someone else to pick the confetti out of your bra. It might give you a whole new opinion on confetti bombs.
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