Chrissy: Festival of Colors.
Colored Powder+Hindu festival to welcome in Spring=Festival of Colors.
Colors+Cultural Event= I'm there.
Powders of the pink, orange, yellow, purple, blue and green type+a thousand people being crushed together = strange bonding moments between you and strangers when suddenly you're engulfed in a thick cloud of chalky colors.
Random guy who keeps smearing powdered chalk across your forehead while yelling, "Simba!"= only slight awkwardness.
Festival of Colors+ Chrisanne+ Panda Express afterwards= a day of epic proportions
As you can see I got a mouthful of orange powder.
But nary you mind, it's edible.
The only troubling thing was that I got a little artistically OCD.
I wanted to yell at people, "Hey you! With the purple powder! Can you thrown some right here? Yes there, thanks! And you with the pink! I need you to hit me right here. That'll make a lovely composition. And you with the yellow, can you-- No! Wait! I didn't tell you where to put it! Now you've messed up my lovely green!"
However, as you can see, I managed as best I could to keep my colors separate. I did NOT turn a nasty pinkish brown color that most of the other participants sported.
That was a relief.
posted by Chrisanne Serafin at
3:40 PM
2 Comments:
oh goodness that looks like SO SO SO much fun!!! I wanted to go but ended up staying home... meh. Did you wash it all off before you went to Panda? haha! I totally would have kept it on! :)
He he! That's what I wished I could've done- been able to keep my lovely colors separate! I did that little fan thing before I left, though, and when I go home there was only enough chalk on me for my mother to say, "You look like David Bowie with dark hair." Needless to say, I ran to the shower!
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