This weekend was a goodish one (v. conservative estimate). I got down to working on one of my projects, but as usual I overshot and am behind according to my overly ambitious plans!
On Saturday evening (which was part of Carnival weekend, let's not forget!) I went to The Alley in Paceville, where I saw six guys dressed as sperms – i.e. they were wearing long white socks on their heads, tight white t-shirts, and matching ski pants (eek!) and were buffered from the cold by pillows strapped to their torsos - front and rear. This presumably, to give them that tadpole shape.
Otherwise their outfits made no sense. Or have I misinterpreted this? Perhaps they were meant to be ghosts with weight issues? If this is the case, then a Freudian perspective of my interpretation of these weird costumes would be v. concerning. Fortunately I am not a Freudian. Hopefully, neither are you!
And, just in case you were wondering, I really did see them! As in I was NOT drunk. And I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a dream / figment of my imagination / psychotic episode, or I’d be in serious need of therapy if my subconscious came up with that all on its own! But anyway the bouncers didn’t let them in.
Please note: For fear of making some unintended puns or being misinterpreted I will end my commentary regarding the issue right there. I am just sorry that I didn’t manage to snap a pic of these guys with my mobile phone!
On to more sane, less worrying thoughts… I sometimes wonder whether we bloggers ever meet by chance, without knowing it or meaning to. Perhaps a fellow blogger, whose blog I regularly visit is at the same bar as myself, dining at the same restaurant, enjoying cappuccino at the same café…. Which makes you wonder about serendipity Hmmm…
Anyway, this weekend I decided to try something new. And by that I don’t mean going to the Marsaxlokk market to see the folks there set up at 6 am! No, I tried my hand at Haiku, so here hos my first haiku:
i alone at sea -
the ghost of your reflection
still skimming the deep
and my second...
the soft old lady
sits still, waiting in the park
to fly like a bird
Have a great week!
