April 10, 1999
Dayton and I walked a bit and found a bunch of people, so we walked
around, found a nice place top perform, and then did.
Nobody thought it was weird, because it was a festival. I half-thought
I'd run into a real mime there.
We did the rope trick, the "in a box" trick, you know, all that mime
crap.
People really thought we were mimes, and some people even offered us
free drinks for performing for them. They liked us.
Sadly we declined, because we both had blood capsules in our mouths, in
preparation for the beatings to come...
It was not too long after we had established our place that a mad crowd
came marching down the hill to our north, bearing anti-mime signs, and
chanting that they hated mimes.
Dayton and I had just finished picking invisible flowers to give to
girls who walked by, when the mob came through the crowd of people there
to enjoy the festivities. Dayton and I then held out signs that said
"HELP!" and "YIPES!" and we ran away in a panic. The mob was close at
my heels, hitting me with their blunt weaponry as I tried to flee for my
life, when Nick sprinted ahead and belted me in the face. From that
point I was mauled by these people, and the people from the watergun
booth sprayed me like madmen.
People were shocked at this. One girl was seriously appalled and tried
to "save me." I thought it was funny.
But even better, there were a lot of people who cheered us on. When the
angry mob tied me up and paraded around with me asking if anybody had
seen anther mime (stopping occasionally to beat me, of course), other
people chanted with us. it was quite a hit.
Finnally, they found the other mime, beat him into submission, and then
we began our victory march home. I broke free...
but that did not last long. They caught me and beat me mercilessly...
Until the cop came over. We took several pictures with the cop, and we
didn't get into any trouble.
It was the most fun I have had in a long time, and both Nick and Andy recieved their Knighthood for putting together this event.
Cha-Chee Christ