I know it’s supposed to be wordless Wednesday, but bear with me, because this may require some explanation.  


Mark and I took a weekend jaunt to his alma mater this weekend for homecoming.  Friday night the campus takes on a carnival atmosphere.  There was a Ferris wheel, a carnival ride that would have made me lose my dinner for sure, a bounce house, and….

The sinking Titanic.  


I told Mark I had to take pictures because nobody would believe me otherwise.  This is a giant inflatable thing just like a bounce house, except people climbed up the steep grade in the middle so they could slide down the deck.


My poor iPod camera didn’t do this thing justice, by the way.  It was huge.  And complete with giant inflated propellers on the back (which Mark refused to stop the car to allow me to photograph).

Here’s another view.  Huge.  Titanic, even.


On a completely unrelated note, I told Mark that if we ran across any big metal chickens this weekend, he had to let me buy one.  He agreed, but added that he felt sure no such chickens would be forthcoming.


Imagine his shock as we sauntered down the street to dinner and ran across this:

I promptly dubbed it Beyoncé Jr., and demanded that Mark take a photo.  Of course I wanted to get it, but Mark wasn’t keen on a $150 metal chicken.  It seems The Bloggess has singlehandedly created a market for metal chickens and through sheer demand, driven up the price.  Oh, well.  One can dream.


Three blocks later….

I grabbed Mark’s arm and gasped.  “Holy mother of chickens!  It’s HER!  It’s actually Beyoncé!”


Bizarrely, I was more excited by this than I would have been by a sighting of the actual Beyoncé.  Yes, I know, I’m odd.


Sadly, Beyoncé was locked in an art gallery that was closed for the night.  And, as Mark kept asking, “Where the hell would we put it, anyway?”


***If you are unfamiliar with Beyoncé the giant metal chicken, you must go visit The Bloggess and read about it immediately.