…Bubblers, scarfs, no tops - Oh my!
bubbler shot glass with scarf
Bubbler Tuesday. Ah, say it with me. Bubbler. Tuesday. What, you say, is Bubbler Tuesday? Bubbler Tuesday is a Tuesday; nonethesame as any other Tuesday save for it has a flared kick-ass ending to it. Most start as any other day really. You wake up, yawn, and then realize today is BUBBLER TUESDAY! Then back to reality, you still have the long day ahead of you before you can even attempt to start the festivites. Now, to some, this may thwart any possibility that the day could be good because you have to wait until after work hours to enjoy the celebration that will unleash. To others, like myself, it’s the fuel that drives me to make Tuesday great. The illusion that nothing today will eff with me. A reason to look at the grandieur of what tomorrow will lack in comparison to tonight. For today, will be another Bubbler Tuesday! But WHAT is it? Simply put, it’s a celebration of me. Not ME as in me, but to whomever is celebrating. That ‘me’.
It’s a get together of friends, co-workers, children, and families alike. We congregate as if going on a shopping trip to a candy store. The enthusiasm mounts all day until it’s time to go! Count downs have even been witnessed. You show up at the location, which changes weekly. Sometimes there is pizza to eat, sometimes a potluck. Other times, perhaps only snacks. It just depends. Greetings ensue. Handshakes flurry, hugs give way to the break off into segmented clicks of happiness. The women tend to assist the children on the paths of righteous clothes shedding at speeds that would challenge any racer of any kind, as they make ready the choas that will begin. They make sure the places are ready for the blitz of traffic that will become about as normal as ordering off the dollar menu at your favorite fast food joint. The kids, after their warmups, are set to play. They begin a migration to happytown. They move about the party almost unknown to most partygoers. Except the occassional scream of ‘That’s mine!’, or just the high pitched yalp of kids in utter excitement, to have so many other kids to play with, they too enjoy this day as much as the adults. This gives way to sounds that mimic what you would hear at a circus, or carnival. Mostly pleasant. The men. Well the men Read more…
