Saturday, as I tipsily left the Bishop and filtered into the cool night air, I was accosted by a shirtless young man with a digeridoo perched on a fire escape above me.
"What's your name??" He cried to me.
"It's Erin," I muttered.
"Erin! You're radiant!" he crowed and tooted his digeridoo into the night sky.
It's his world, we're just living in it.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Where's Worldo?
Bloomington, IN is at its most Bloomington when the middle aged people who own the place don their Peruvian alpaca hats and twirl into the streets for the world music fest known as LOTUS.
Consequently, my co-workers at a popular local coffee shop/juice bar and I set to task identifying some of the trappings. Behold: Lotus bingo.
Saturday, as I tipsily left the Bishop and filtered into the cool night air, I was accosted by a shirtless young man with a digeridoo perched on a fire escape above me.
"What's your name??" He cried to me.
"It's Erin," I muttered.
"Erin! You're radiant!" he crowed and tooted his digeridoo into the night sky.
It's his world, we're just living in it.
Saturday, as I tipsily left the Bishop and filtered into the cool night air, I was accosted by a shirtless young man with a digeridoo perched on a fire escape above me.
"What's your name??" He cried to me.
"It's Erin," I muttered.
"Erin! You're radiant!" he crowed and tooted his digeridoo into the night sky.
It's his world, we're just living in it.
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Brilliant!
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