To be completely honest with y'all, Griswold Alley is
beginning to piss me off a bit this year.
For every ridiculous display that goes up, another previously seen one
disappears. Every other night or so,
there I am with my camera, standing in the middle of the street like a truly
schmucky Jimmy Olsen, hoping that all the bright lights will go on at once, for
once. Christ, I'm nearly as bad as the
slow-moving, camera-wielding Times Square tourists that I revel in making
pushing gestures behind this time of year.
Waah waah boo hoo.
Enough crying and enough waiting on others, then. This is our contribution. Please note -and give us due good-taste
credit for - our lack of large inflatable things in the yard.
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