Friday Foofaraw
It’s so nice outside that I think I’ll start a small carnival in front of my apartment building. I’ve been meaning to do something with my degree in Face Painting and Balloon Animals for a while now, and I think it’s about time. So come on down to Kukoda’s Karnival. That second “K” is for “killer,” which is how teens will describe my carnival. Do teens still use the term “killer” as in “That was a killer rock ‘n roll concert?” I think they do.
Oooh, the NHL playoffs start this weekend and the future Stanley Cup champion Buffalo Sabres go up against the lowly Philadelphia Flyers. I’m going to say Sabres in 5 games. I really think the Sabres have a good chance of going all the way this year. The last time the Sabres went to the Stanley Cup Finals, back in ‘99, I camped out at the arena overnight with a bunch of friends to try and get tickets. When they sold out after only 10 minutes, the parking lot nearly erupted in a riot. Fans started pelting the ticket booth with meatball subs and 2 liter bottles of “pop,” which is what we call soda in Buffalo. Just when I thought I couldn’t be more ashamed of my fellow Buffalonians, two fat, mustachioed-men starting fighting each other for some reason. That’s why people call Buffalo “The Jewel of America.” They do so, look it up.
What else? Oh, The Taste of Chinatown is tomorrow, which I’ve been looking forward to all week because I am a filthy glutton. Anyone want to be on how many dumplings I can fit in my mouth at once?
I think that will do it for today’s edition of the Friday Foofaraw.
