So I was minding my own business when a group of lime chiffon dolls blocked my path. They were 4-5 times as old as the costumes would suggest.
They were followed by sumo dudes and gargamels with hats. In an attempt to be culturally savvy, I looked up what festivals were on, but since there was nothing, this parade must not have been real.
In spandex-related news, Barry has decided lately that he needs to film things from his head,
as well as in a circle around his head. Both results cause motion sickness. But soon realized that he shouldn't be wider than a lane of traffic, and found something better than the can opener to use as his counter weight.