How My Evening Went

I went to see Mingo Fishtrap perform on the patio at Central Market this evening. It was a really nice night - it didn't feel as absurdly hot as it has for most of the last several months - and, as a result, the show was really crowded. At one point, while I was dancing with Bree, we noticed that there was a very tall clown in the middle of the dance floor - whiteface, big colourful suspenders, large trousers - the whole bit. Well, I thought, that's a little weird. And creepy.

Suddenly, between the time the song ended and the time we got back to our table, the entire patio was filled with clowns. Dozens of clowns, and not half-assed ones either - all of them were in costume of some sort: there was a policeman clown, I recall, another dressed like a football player, a couple of hobo clowns, and the obligatory one done up as the joker. I'd guess there were three or four dozen of them altogether. They milled around the audience and then completely filled the dance floor. One of them briefly danced up against Zandra and Bree. Others formed a conga line. The dance floor became more crowded as other people got out amongst the clowns.

After ten or fifteen minutes, they vanished. I have absolutely no memory of seeing them leave - they were there, and the next minute they were gone. After the band finished the song they were playing, Roger looked out at the audience and said "I would just like to state for the record that I have no idea what just happened."

I love Austin.