the night was young. Nay and i were driving all over Olympia like high schoolers without fake IDs. i was falling asleep due to previous major insomnia, and all i wanted was a nice warm bed. BUT, i stuck it out with the help of a guava rockstar and my good friend, p-funk. i said to Nay, "what the hell would we be doing right now if we weren't old enough to get into a bar?"... eggs. yes, eggs.
so, we ventured on over to the local 'dollar tree' and purchased the following:
:: pink plastic basket with butterfly cut-outs.
:: thirty-six plastic easter eggs, assorted colors [neon pink being my favorite].
:: combat zone figurines [military green].
:: one inch white plastic wedding doves.
:: three permanent markers.
:: 'over the hill' confetti [black and silver].
:: 'big blow' bubblegum.
:: sugar-free 'fudgie rolls'
:: sugar-free 'creme doublers'
:: Dawson's Creek: 'Too Hot to Handle' in paperback.
we proceeded to take these contents to the west side safeway parking lot to configure the plan. while Nay tore out excerpts from 'too hot to handle'[folding them into half inch squares], i was stuffing the neon plastic eggs with combat figurines, white doves, big blow, fudgie rolls, and creme doublers...laughing the entire time. what was our plan, you ask? to spread our weird antics throughout olympia's driveways and front yards.
along the mission we recorded a little visual stimulation purely for your enjoyment:
['eggs of glory': part one (video coming soon)]
::*STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO of EGGS OF GLORY*::