Stepping Lightly

I finally bowed down to the pressures of Big MaMa Q's will today. Hot-espresso bean chocolate isn't all bad, but kind of groundsy. I suspect he will want me to run the chocolate and beans through the Espresso machine next time…

Down by the waterfront in the big city of beans there is a shack called the Barking Crab. The crab is one of the most authentic looking fish joints here, boosted by the authenticity of their shell-cracking devices, i.e. big rocks. It must give the servers nothing but utter delight telling the snooty tourists "you see that big rock that's holding down the tablecloth? Use that to break open your ($40) lobster." It's such a popular spot to get one's caveperson on, that the wait is usually somewhere around an hour or so; these were lucky people this weekend, for a shenigans was happening across the street.

The people were reveling in the Summertime sun and day, bands were playing, people were dancing and bearded folks dressed as a caterpillar/butterfly combos roamed the waterfront at large.

In the water roamed the jellyfish. Tons of em. A silver clad girl in a cat mask and I were really excited to see them, everybody else just seemed a bit bored. On the main stage Irish step dancers were kicking up a storm (the Indian dancers claimed that their prayers to Ganesh(sp) were keeping the storm away, a nice balance)

Yow. I don't know if I've ever seen a step dancers feet in motion before. Boggling. My companions mentioned riverdance. I mentioned Papelbon after winning the pennant last year. http://youtube.com/watch?v=YbzBTgYOoIg&feature=related

Now, I'm sure they couldn't throw a 90 mph fastball, however, they beat the socks off the Soxs' closer in their step-to-my-loo. It was like their feet had taken caffine. Big MaMa Q would be most pleased. For myself, I know what I'll be trying to learn to do in the mirrored elevators at work!

Waffles!