A Jedi Knight, a Fencing Master, a Blunt Instrument – all tried, all failed.
With a “swoosh”, she swings, with a “thwack” she connects, and with a cheer the crowd applauds. It is the first strike on the angry burro piÃ±ata that’s dancing on a string in front of Sweet and we’re all happy she connected.
“Swoosh,” she swings again, this time missing, yet we watching her are connecting, with each other, with the group, with Sweet at the DC Metroblogging Second Anniversary BBQ Bash.
Here, after gorging on Tom’s grilling and Tiff’s amazing guacamole, we are about to duel to the death. We are doing our best piÃ±ata Jedi to beat a helpless burro open. Only then will treats rain down on us from its candy-filled belly.
Now, not only we are privy to the insanity. You too can be there, watching our folly. Thanks to Sweet’s video skills, we have four great PiÃ±ata Party Performances:
What you will not see, and what shocked and kinda saddened me, was the pure kill lust of the next piÃ±ata generation. Kids from the party next door, when they finally broke the piÃ±ata, had a piÃ±ata orgy of destruction.
Ripping, tearing, kicking, smashing, they pummeled the helpless burro till he was no more than paper shards worn into the dirt. Their disregard for the burro, or enven the candy, made me wonder: is there hope for our culture?
That I do not know, but this I do: It was a great PiÃ±ata Party Performance at Fletchers International Boat House.