Dancing with the Vagabond
I'm back! Sorry I didn't give you a warning that I was going to drop off the blogosphere for a little while. My family and I just came back from a lengthy vacation in California. My husband asked that I not broadcast that information before we left, so I didn't. It was weird to be totally unplugged. I missed you guys!
Anyway, my family and I did the grand tour of California, starting in San Diego and working our way up to the Red Wood Forest. It was a great time, and as you can probably imagine, it was full of laughs and crazy adventures. For the next few days, I will share a few stories with you. Please pardon any typos. I'm extremely tired, as I haven't slept in two days. (The red-eye flight back with the kids was a ton of fun!)
First story takes place in San Diego's Gas Light District. For those of you not familiar with it, it's a section of downtown San Diego with lots of shops, restaurants, and entertainment. My family and I had dinner down there one evening. As we walked back to our hotel, an entertaining individual crossed our path.
He was a homeless dude with a cart full of stuff - clothes, pillow, blankets, a plastic head, and a radio. This dude had the song, Party in the House Tonight, blasting from his radio. He wore no shirt, even though it was about 50 degrees. No... I take that back. He wore no shirt on his torso. His shirt was on his head. And he was munching on a hot dog, dancing to the music. A little sign in his cart said, "Disabled Veteran."
Yeah, right.
So this dude got one look at me and my family, and decided to follow us. My kids thought this was great.
"Mama, can I dance with him?" my son asked.
I looked at the strange vagabond. He seemed pretty harmless, and we were with a crowd of people.
"Okay," I said. "But don't get too crazy."
Well, my boy started doing something that resembled the funky chicken, and the dude did something that resembled the Macarena.
The crowd was totally cracking up.
Eventually, the vagabond headed off in the other direction, lost in his own world, and my son headed off in our direction, lost in his own world. What a pair!
Anyway, my family and I did the grand tour of California, starting in San Diego and working our way up to the Red Wood Forest. It was a great time, and as you can probably imagine, it was full of laughs and crazy adventures. For the next few days, I will share a few stories with you. Please pardon any typos. I'm extremely tired, as I haven't slept in two days. (The red-eye flight back with the kids was a ton of fun!)
First story takes place in San Diego's Gas Light District. For those of you not familiar with it, it's a section of downtown San Diego with lots of shops, restaurants, and entertainment. My family and I had dinner down there one evening. As we walked back to our hotel, an entertaining individual crossed our path.
He was a homeless dude with a cart full of stuff - clothes, pillow, blankets, a plastic head, and a radio. This dude had the song, Party in the House Tonight, blasting from his radio. He wore no shirt, even though it was about 50 degrees. No... I take that back. He wore no shirt on his torso. His shirt was on his head. And he was munching on a hot dog, dancing to the music. A little sign in his cart said, "Disabled Veteran."
Yeah, right.
So this dude got one look at me and my family, and decided to follow us. My kids thought this was great.
"Mama, can I dance with him?" my son asked.
I looked at the strange vagabond. He seemed pretty harmless, and we were with a crowd of people.
"Okay," I said. "But don't get too crazy."
Well, my boy started doing something that resembled the funky chicken, and the dude did something that resembled the Macarena.
The crowd was totally cracking up.
Eventually, the vagabond headed off in the other direction, lost in his own world, and my son headed off in our direction, lost in his own world. What a pair!
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