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As a child I thought these were made from the feathers of a boa constrictor.
Yesterday, on my way home from work, I met my roommates at Bernie’s, a bar across the street from Wrigley Field. They planned on grabbing a patio table at Bernie’s to get a poor man’s version of the Elton John, Billy Joel concert that night at Wrigley.
The streets were jammed with concert traffic. Imagine 60,000 people who desperately want to see an Elton John, Billy Joel concert. Now subtract the 15,000 too young and too poor to afford it, and you’ve got the idea.
While we chowed on some hot dogs and waited for an outside table to open up, a group of older ladies strutted in sporting flamboyant feather boas. My first reaction was, “Wow, they are way too old to be wearing those boas. That’s sad.”
But they didn’t look sad. Did they not know how sad they were? They were smiling and laughing.
Then I realized, “I hope like hell that when I’m their age, I will be able to have as much fun as those women are having, and screw anyone who tells me otherwise.”
Brian coined one of my favorite phrases recently:
I’m an adult, and this is what I do.
Those women were adults, and wearing a feather boa to an Elton John concert is what they do. Ladies, thank you for reminding me.
So I have a new mission–a renewed mission actually. If you look at the top of your screen, in the title bar, you will read:
Octavarius – Fun is Everywhere
Fun is everywhere. That’s it. I want a world where people can find fun everywhere: in a hilarious video, in a concert, in a feather boa. And I will fight tooth and nail against anyone who tries to stop them, or judge them.
