Lucky and Pozzo at Buskerfest

posted by R Winsome

We got back to Buskerfest, Kate dug through some trash, tried to climb a building, went "home" (sitting in an alley) Then we swapped out for Tim and all kinds of danger, violence, sex, and poetry. this outing had it all.

Highlights:
- climbing a building (tim got his fingers over the top of the building, but couldn't get any further, fell into a dumpster on his way back down.)

- Wrestle this guy (the guy was some kind of wrestling man. He promptly pinned Tim in the doorway of Nomad- where else would we get such a request? The bouncer came out and broke it up, the guy foolishly turned his back on Lucky, who then pounced to the great delight of the crowd. He pulled the guy down on top of him, the bouncer yelled some more and we broke it up. The guy came to shake my hand and tell me how stupid we were for taking his friend's ten dollars)

- the bachelorettes. We encountered a bachelorette party and helped them cross off $5 worth of their list, including: a lap dance, tie removal and replacement, plucking a chest hair, exposing his treasure trail, and some other thing.

- Drink some of my tequila, not a lot, well, as much as you want. Tim filled his mouth full and swallowed it.

- Draw pictures. Tim rendered the scene (outside a street vendor selling CDs) beautifully, in sharpie on scrap paper.

- the moon walk. (Tim gave them Neil Armstrong until they complained enough for Michael Jackson, and he gave them a bit of that)

- "crank that" (some ass wanted Tim to sing a chachi song by someone named soldier boy. Not knowing the words, Tim improvised it. The guy followed us for the next half hour attempting to discourage customers.)

- a couple asked tim to think, which he did, from memory, and i provided them with the text so they could read along. Then got them to pay me another dollar to make him shut up.

- Switch roles. Someone asked if I ever play lucky and i suggested she ask us to, for a dollar. We stripped to out skivvies and I got to have some Lucky action, which i think i may regret if i ever decide i want to have children.

- back at Nomad, everyone wanted to see me hurt. Twice i had to chase a poorly thrown football into traffic, i had to break dance, then do the fish, which on concrete is less than comfortable, then let a kid throw the football at my stomach, and then an adult (since the kid's dad wouldn't let him) threw it at my crotch, even though i stared at him as piteously as i could, then i did push ups with the kid sitting on my back. I was told to do shakespheare but i couldn't get out more than two lines of the sonnet i had memorized only a few weeks ago. Oh well.