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Barely.
Surprisingly, no one died of amazement, or had their minds blown to pieces by the spectacle, or melted into a puddle of joy, or literally cracked up laughing; it’s a testament to the integrity of the human body that so much capacity for entertainment can be embraced without entirely overloading our circuits and completely frying our brains.
Barely.
The form is familiar, but the instantiation unique.
This time, for instance, the traffic lights on Rainier got into the act and enabled the block-long pelaton, with music at the front and at the back, to pour southward at a record pace and with a minimum of automobile anxiety.
Joby Juice was rendered and distributed in the usual manner, but in this year’s edition, the astronaut’s favorite, Tang, played a more prominent role, at least until the container of powder mysteriously went missing.
The Slip n’ Slide performed its traditional part as supersonic psychedelic flesh ball bowling alley landing runway except, for the first time ever, you could navigate it on a plastic pizza slice.
And the “Jello” wrestling “pit,” perhaps due to the mildness of the weather, (or, in some sort of subconscious nod to the Republican Presidential candidate debate, which took place earlier in the evening and featured very similar—thought not nearly as entertaining—moments of naughty grappling), attracted record numbers of participants and an audience whose enthusiasm was heretofore unmatched.
Plus, this year’s version featured merely drive-by authorities and a clean-up that might fail the “white-glove test,” but surely meets the standard of your average Seafair Sunday barbecue.
If you yourself were lucky, and had the help of the Ringling Brothers circus, you might be able to pull this off once; maybe if the US military pitched in, you’d be able to arrange an encore; but to get to three, four, and now five it’s gotta be your world, the rest of just living in it.
Gladly.
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