So Far This Weekend . . .

Friday night, I was treated to firedancers when I returned home, as evidenced by the photo to the left.  The fact that I can no longer expect with any certainty the status of firedancers in my neighborhood makes Fountain Square an infinitely more interested place to live.

Then, on the way into the show Saturday night, I dared the weight limit of the elevator with members of the German national Segway polo team.

On their Segways.

I suppose that's like running into Lance Armstrong in an office building and having him pedal up to hit the 30th floor button.

They were on their way to a celebratory banquet in the Athanaeum, and I spent most the show gleefully anticipating the sight of drunken Segway polo players crashing through the antique walls and laying each other out with mistimed moves and awkward acceleration.

Sadly, they'd cleared out by the time I got back down to the 1st floor.  I still imagine someone crashed at some point in the evening.  They serve extremely large beers at the Athanaeum, you know.

Too bad they didn't go to the State Fair instead.  They probably could have found a tenderloin as big as the vehicle they ride.