Senior Sneak. . . Performance Art.

I went on the school organized senior sneak today. It was pretty alright. The bus ride was long, but at times interesting. I read a bit of a book lent to me by my English teacher. It was a cultural study of the Comic reading demographic, quite fascinating. I also called the Questions/Comments numbers for Swedish Fish and whatever the brand of domestic mineral water that I was drinking (it really didn't taste good at all. . . I prefer Perrier or San Pellegrino, but yesterday the only large plastic mineral water bottle that I could find at Albertson's was some Horse water from California). My interactions with the service hot line workers made the young folks around me giggle.

Upon arrival at the amusement park I asked my friends to take me on intense rides (I hadn't been on a real roller coaster for years). After a series of those (one of which I was told would only get me "sort of" wet and actually soaked me. . . >=( Stupid Cliffhanger) it was time for lunch. As buddy of mine, Will, and I ate some rice bowls (I had sweet and sour chicken. . . it was so-so) we were across the boulevard from a carny both in which a lady guesses the weight or age of an individual and if she is off by more than a certain amount then the player wins a prize. I observed this and thought to myself "Capitalism Dollar!!"

A while back as I sat bored somewhere I took out a one dollar bill and wrote "Capitalism" over and over around the outer edge. I thought that there was a significance to it and decided that I need to get the bill into circulation in a special way, Perhaps in a way that verges on performance art.

So I went and payed for the game (the gal [she was kinda cute] did a double take on the capitalism dollar). She made me turn all the way around and then get on the scale. The Scale Balanced out at 151 (pretty spectacular, I rarely break 147). She told us her guess was 140. This I thought was awesome. The symbolism had taken another step (I like to interpret this part as being that capitalism measure and weighs unfairly and often underestimates. . . but you can draw your own conclusions). I was allowed to chose a prize, but I didn't really like many of them, so I settled on a purple monkey that we named Capitalism.

As Will and I talk over how the whole process went over we decided that the next step would be to do something completely anti-capitalist. The plan that evolved from this point was to (in a not creepy way) give someone we didn't know Capitalism the Monkey with no other motive beside giving them something (but we kind of screwed that up because we asked for a photo. . . chalk it up to beginners mistake, eh?)

No Idea who the girl is. I don't know what she did with Capitalism the Monkey. And that is the awesome part. Who needs to Know?

The rest of the trip was pretty good. the bus ride was home was long, but when we stopped for dinner I went to Barnes and Nobel and got a Graphic Novel adaptation of Crime and Punishment, which was fantastic. and I had Some Swedish Fish to pass around, so life was alright for a while.