My OperaThe Ultimate Answer (and It Is NOT 42!)
Wednesday, July 19, 2006 12:35:18 AM
From: Silver Spring, MD
To: Cambridge, MA
Miles: 435
MPG: 53.4
Home sweet home, for another week or so, at any rate. It was great to see Cambridge again. Now it is off to the races to get everything done in time to move and transform ourselves from itinerant slackers to semi-responsible adults.
Thanks to all of you for joining us on our adventures, and a special thanks to Team Flamingo, without whom this trip would still have been possible, but far less amusing (as well as baffling to others).
So for those of you who are still wondering what the deal was with the flamingos, allow us to explain:
It all started a year or two ago when Jon took a look around his parent’s lovely, tastefully landscaped home in Duxbury and decided that it needed some plastic pink flamingos to bring it down a notch.
Fast forward to this past May for Jon’s graduation/Zach and Catherine’s engagement celebration. Zach noted that while 2 flamingos were good, 100 flamingos would really be much better. Alas, at about 7 bucks a pop, that got to be a prohibitively expensive gag gift. Undeterred, the Redmond men (perhaps ‘boys’ is the more appropriate term in this case), aided by uncles Scott and Bruce, and disappeared into the basement to see what they could come up with. The first attempt didn’t look promising. Somewhere between a flamingo and goose, the first model was dubbed the flamoose, and the boys when back to the drawing board.
They were neither seen nor heard from for the next two hours, when they suddenly appeared (wearing huge, impish grins) with 29 hot pink flamingos, instantly transforming Sally’s beautiful garden into something you would either find in a trailer park or a Christo exhibit.
Taking in the fine creations, we realized that the flamingos simply had to come with us on our quest in search of the dumbest places in America. Not only would they give Jon something to take pictures of other than Jessica (a HUGE plus for her), they would serve as great conversation starters. Plus, when you really think about it, what’s more American than a flock of pink flamingos fashioned out of plywood and spray paint? It may not be who we want to be, but take it from us, it’s who we are.
To: Cambridge, MA
Miles: 435
MPG: 53.4
Home sweet home, for another week or so, at any rate. It was great to see Cambridge again. Now it is off to the races to get everything done in time to move and transform ourselves from itinerant slackers to semi-responsible adults.
Thanks to all of you for joining us on our adventures, and a special thanks to Team Flamingo, without whom this trip would still have been possible, but far less amusing (as well as baffling to others).
So for those of you who are still wondering what the deal was with the flamingos, allow us to explain:
It all started a year or two ago when Jon took a look around his parent’s lovely, tastefully landscaped home in Duxbury and decided that it needed some plastic pink flamingos to bring it down a notch.
Fast forward to this past May for Jon’s graduation/Zach and Catherine’s engagement celebration. Zach noted that while 2 flamingos were good, 100 flamingos would really be much better. Alas, at about 7 bucks a pop, that got to be a prohibitively expensive gag gift. Undeterred, the Redmond men (perhaps ‘boys’ is the more appropriate term in this case), aided by uncles Scott and Bruce, and disappeared into the basement to see what they could come up with. The first attempt didn’t look promising. Somewhere between a flamingo and goose, the first model was dubbed the flamoose, and the boys when back to the drawing board.
They were neither seen nor heard from for the next two hours, when they suddenly appeared (wearing huge, impish grins) with 29 hot pink flamingos, instantly transforming Sally’s beautiful garden into something you would either find in a trailer park or a Christo exhibit.
Taking in the fine creations, we realized that the flamingos simply had to come with us on our quest in search of the dumbest places in America. Not only would they give Jon something to take pictures of other than Jessica (a HUGE plus for her), they would serve as great conversation starters. Plus, when you really think about it, what’s more American than a flock of pink flamingos fashioned out of plywood and spray paint? It may not be who we want to be, but take it from us, it’s who we are.
