Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" Gosh, it's good to see you! We should plan some get-togethers, don't you think? How about fifty? Oh shucks, let's shoot for 100! And let's give ourselves a time table. One hundred get-togethers in a year. Sound good? Roll up your sleeves, and we'll start planning!
With little else to do Friday afternoon after returning home from work, I glanced at the Snobville Weekly Tattler,
which doesn't really tattle -- and if it did, whoa baby, it could tattle like Decibel in a snit.
Anyway, the puffy little Tattler
had a long story about the sorry fact that Snobville will turn 300 next year. (For those of your living in other parts of the world, we people on the East Coast of America often get socked with tricentennials like this.)
people who don't have a life and never will
civic-minded citizens of Snobville are planning events to celebrate the 300th anniversary of the founding of the borough. To say they are going overboard only works if you think of the Titanic.
Snobville wants to have 100 commemorative events in 2013. Yes, one hundred. That's almost one every three days! This is overkill so stunning that even a vulture couldn't clean it up.
Funny thing is, anyone, even the most dedicated
civic booster, would have trouble drumming up that many celebrations for a town of 11,000 people.
I think I should help. Here are some rock-solid suggestions.
1. Hold the Philadelphia Mummers Parade in Snobville!
Wowsa! Nothing like starting off the year with fleets of school buses transporting drunken revelers and/or sequined and be-feathered musicians by the thousands, into the charming Main Street! This would not only put Snobville on the map for all time, it would create a huge mess, snarl traffic even on a holiday, and spread mayhem far and wide, rather than concentrating it in a few homes of wealthy parents who are away skiing while their kids party like rock stars.
2. Allow the teenagers to party like rock stars.
This would please a significant portion of the populace, including many parents. This event could be held three times a month, more often in football season. Which brings me to suggestion three,
3. Enough with the "dry town!"
Start issuing liquor licenses to the moribund restaurants! We should have at least two big sports bars on Main Street, considering that we're a town of 11,000 people -- with at least 1,000 fake ID cards floating about.
4. Dinosaur day. And day. And day.
Snobville is famous for the discovery of a dinosaur, Snobovaurus rex.
So, let's have a dino day! But wait. There are 100 event slots to be filled! Therefore, let's do:
A. S. rex
day, as above
B. Tyrannosaurus rex
day (Spare, you'll handle this one, right?)
day (with go-kart race)
E. Land of the Lost
day ... mmmm ... one could argue that every day in Snobville is this day.
F. Asteroid day -- we all act like it's the end of a geological epoch, which is more or less what this extreme festivity sounds like
Gosh, I'm out of breath, and I only got five dino themes! Help me out, people!
If I can rip my tongue out of my cheek with both hands for a moment, I would like to say that I wonder what kind of religious
events are planned for this overdone shindig? The foundress of Snobville, Hortitia Louise Snobbe, was a Quaker. Are the religious events going to be restricted to the Society of Friends? If yes, I'm fine with that. If no, then the
wretches who run things
City Council should make this clear, in order for multiple Pagan groups to participate in borough-strengthening Rituals.
I am not being funny about that. If 100 events are planned, at least some of them should satisfy some of the people, some of the time.
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