And also tall.
This is March Fourth, a Portland-based marching band infused with a heavy dose of, er, punk cabaret? Yeah, that about sums it up. Lots of drums and fishnets and hula hoops and garters. Being "March Fourth," they do a March 4th anniversary show every year (this was the 8th year) at the Crystal Ballroom, which I mentioned in a recent post as having perhaps the only sprung dance floor remaining in the US.
It was our first time there, and the floor was springy fun, and the band was awesome. Clementine has been to lots of small concerts, mostly her beloved Mr. Ben and Mo Phillips, but this was her first CONCERT, and it was a blast for us all. I should clarify that it was a children's show in the early evening. We aren't dragging Pie out late at night to have her eardrums blasted.
Cunning creature, she figured out that if she held her balloon's . . . umbilicus . . .
with her teeth, her hands would be free to clap.
Oh. Also, there was pizza. Aka "pzah-pzah." Which, um, a certain family *might* have had four nights in a row this week. Yeah. Well. To be fair to
us them . . . the, uh, family in question is in the middle of moving right now and doesn't have a lot of time for cooking.
And you know, pizza is . . . well, it's pizza.
Don't blame me. I didn't invent it!
*March Fourth tours a ton; they may be coming to your city!*