I am no Spring Chicken.
But, Oh the glories of being a summer chicken.
I bought this little number at the now infamous Circus Circus (it's like a double circus, but with lousy accommodations).I have now had opportunity to wear the chicken costume in the following locations:
In the Circus Circus lobby
In the Circus Circus gambling area (which is apparently against the rules even if you bought the chicken suit there).
At a bachelor party
In a going-away parade at Liberty Park
and
To surprise my mother a few weekends ago.
I've mentioned that she has been sick, and she is now on the mend, so I flew out to surprise her on her birthday. Thanks to my brother, Adrian, she had no idea until he was signing her a happy birthday song and a large chicken was peck-peck-pecking her on the head.
Now that they live in Buffalo, I don't get to see the "folks" that much, so we made the most of the weekend by doing some sailing. Here is the proof:
Moms (aka: queen of the sea)
Brother Ethan (the rhyming ancient mariner):
'nother brother:
father Dayton:
not Pictured: Damian and Sister-in-Law Natalie.I then ate a buffalo wing and then winged it on home.
Good times, but another reminder that I ain't no spring chicken.
5 comments:
I love a Dayton.
But I really, really hate chickens. Chickens are mean.
The internal conflict I'm feeling right now is overwhelming.
I think my pick for favorite chicken would have to be parade chicken. The gong put it over the top.
Little do you know that a new family tradition has just been created -- the frosty winter-time visit of Santa Chicken! (Also known as Papa Nugget)
Santa Chicken brings giblets for both the good and bad children. He pecks at those who bother him. And then he leaves.
It's gonna be magical.
Your mom is so pretty.
ooooooo! oooooooo! oooooooo! happy birthday!!!! this is a day that should be celebrated with elation. or navigation. whichever comes first.
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