A lotta piñata
I’m referring to Philly. It is alive. Between the Phillies, the election, and the largest piñata in the world, Philly has begun to beat its big, sexy heart.
And if it takes baseball, Obama, and six-story Mexican party favors to make the people of this great city to take to the streets and flip vehicles in a rage of joy, so be it. I like this city a lot better.
In a way, the mobilization and the noise of the past few weeks is what I expected when I moved to Philly two years ago… and I was let down.
But nowadays, I mean… I’ll just say if Philadelphia had a Facebook, I would probably send it a friend request.
I enjoy looking outside my window and seeing a party bus — with a DJ! — cruising the streets on election night in support of Obama (or an endless march of people after Obama won). Seriously… where can I sign up to hop on the Obama party bus? Because that looked like a good time.
I enjoyed seeing every bus that passes: “Go Phillies!” That’s awesome.
It appeals to me to see the Phanatic gyrating on float during a parade to celebrate the Phillies victory. A parade in which recitations were canceled, where streets were closed and public schools were closed for the day.
I like that on Election Day, I can’t even walk from Cohen Hall to Houston to cast my vote without seeing McCain or Obama chalked beneath my feet about fifteen times.
And I can only begin to express how happy the world’s largest piñata made me this week. Why was the piñata so spectacular?
1. Because how many times do 5000-7000 people get together to see an oversized donkey get destroyed by a wrecking ball?
2. Those people had to be dispersed because it was thought the crowd would become too rowdy when the candy hit the floor.
Too rowdy… Philadelphia…
A month ago, I would have said “you must have the wrong city.” But not today.
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