John and I went to Santa Cruz this weekend to see the San Francisco Mime Troupe. www.sfmt.org Now before you start to make fun of us, they are NOT mimes. Rather they are satirist seeking to mimic events in the worlds. Or, in their own words:
The San Francisco Mime Troupe does not do pantomime. We mean ‘mime’ in the ancient sense: to mimic. We are satirists, seeking to make you laugh at the absurdities of contemporary life and at the same time, see their causes. We’ve done shows about most of the burning issues of our time, generally shows that debunked the official story. We perform everywhere from public parks to palaces of culture, aiming to reach the broadest possible audience.
It was a free show in a park. A good crowd, lovely weather. The Troup was preaching to the choir, but still a good show and a good message. We arrived a few hours early and took a walk on the BoardwalkTM. I dragged John into a game of facination (kinda like tic-tac-toe with a rolling ball against a plethera of other gamers. A small child crushed/defeated us quickly. But that was okay, the prizes were silly anyway. I wouldn’t have wanted them. Nope.

Then we went into a pool hall that gave a quick history of the BoardwalkTM. It was pretty cool. After that was hall of games. Where John played a very archaic game of Star Trek circa 1986 and then we tried out a “compatibility test”. The gist of this “scientific test” is that I am psychotic, he is perfect and the only thing wrong with him is he is dating me. Sheesh. Examples:
Him: Personlity: You have a strong perfectionist quality.
Her: Personlity: You tend to be insecure and depressed
Him: Work: You communicate ideas clearly
Her: Work: You are shaky and insecure
Him: Overall: You are one swell guy
Her: Overall: You suck
After getting emotionaly crushed by a 30 year old numerology piece of crap, we walked on the beach where John read the test out loud and with glee. Bastard. But the beach was nice.
Afterwards John went on a freaky scary ride, there was no way I was getting on that thing, It just shoves you up in the air and then you plummet to your death. Well not this time, but the odds are not in your favor. Then we went on the very old Carousel Ride that I have memories of riding when I was a kid, You go around but also grab these iron rings and try to throw it in a clown’s mouth. My dex is bad and was lucky to hit the damn clown, much less his mouth. 
But it was fun.
As we were walking back to the car, I saw they were just starting a water race. The kind where you shoot water into a clown’s mouth and it fills a ballon full of air, first balloon to pop wins. Well, we ponied up and gave it a shot. My balloon popped first and won! I mightly defeated 11 people and won a large stuffed fish. I promptly gave it to John. Sadly, I did not defeat any small children, they were all adults. Oh well, one guy looked sad, that will have to suffice.
We enjoyed the show, a small gopher was digging a hole about 5 feet from us, so we watched that as well the performance, Tried to take a picture but the little guy was just too fast for me. After the show, we went to a friends house and then dinner at a nice sea food place. After dinner, we made our way merrily back home.

The next day we decided to go to Fry’s in Sacramento and then see the movie Serenity. On the way we had a car mishap. the tire Shredded itself off. Safely made our way to the shoulder. The building across from us was AAA. *heh*
So we were stuck on highway 5 for over an hour. John was irritated but I was like, “Well at least this didn’t happen last night on hwy 17, that would have sucked.” AAA showed up, the guys Luis was really nice, put on the lameO tiny tire and we hobbled our way back to his house. His car has special tires and no one had spares. *sigh* We just used my car, couldn’t find the theater, gave up, took a power nap went to another theater and saw Serenity. This movie kicked hinney. It was a good weekend.






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“A small child crushed/defeated us quickly. But that was okay, the prizes were silly anyway. I wouldn’t have wanted them. Nope.”
Good to see you’re not bitter or anything!
“After getting emotionaly crushed by a 30 year old numerology piece of crap, we walked on the beach where John read the test out loud and with glee. Bastard.”
BWAHAHAHAhahahaha!!!
BTW, doesn’t she look DAMN cute in that coy over-the-shoulder look?
PDAs and photographed and posted at that? What IS the world coming to?
And, uhm, that must have been one old carousel.
Finally, real men change their own tires.
At least they *had* carousels when I was a child Tim ……
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