On Sunday Sept. 30th, I went to the "How Berkeley Can You Be?" parade. It's a place where people show how crazy Berkeley (a.k.a Berzerkley) is. They have spinning cupcakes, art cars, horses, the pink man, and banana bike.
My favorite are the cupcakes. They're soft, squishy, and big. You sit in them, and only your head sticks out. Who ever's driving gets this funny hat. If your cupcake is pink with stuffed M&Ms, your hat will be pink with stuffed M&M's. There was one with baby in it. He kept putting his head up, and when he went down an adult came up. I don't get how they see and drive at the same time. There might be a remote.
I imagine it's very hot inside. I wonder what it's like to look out at the crowd instead of looking at the parade. I guess they see the parade enough from spinning. I imagine a hot, brown, squishy ball inside. It's all soft except a hard, leather seat. If I was in one, I would have to duck all the candy being thrown. I wonder what you do if you get too dizzy.
I like how people from Bezerkeley (a.k.a. Berkeley) like to be crazy, and I think the world should know.
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Those cupcakes were so cool! I wondered why the drivers don't get dizzy. Also, do you think it was real frosting on their heads? I bet that is one way to keep the lice away. Thanks for sharing your great story. xoxox, MLD
The best part about those cupcakes was being there with you....xoxo GLD
I will have cupcake dreams tonight thanks to the cupcake blog.
Hey Dewi,
I noticed that your piece got cut off the first time, so I went back and showed all of the editing work you did. Sorry about that! Kristin
Hi Dewi,
I love the "I wonder what it's like to look out at the crowd instead of looking at the parade".
its such a beautiful thing to remember to look at situations and people from different perspectives
Love Peter
Hi Dewi,
Something that is kind of funny about those cupcakes--your story made me think of it. On the same day as the "How Berkeley Can You Be?" parade, my friend was in downtown Berkeley. She met a man who told her, "I was one of the cupcakes." She had not been to the parade, so she did not understand why he was telling her he was a cupcake. We wondered about it until we read your great post.
Love,
Elizabeth (and Amaya)
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