Munny and Honey

Saturday night, Cathy and I went to Uberbot in the Winter Park Swillage to see their “Customized Munny” Art Show. It’s where artists take these blank plastic dolls called Munny and change them. The public votes on their favorite.

Here’s a link to explain and show you what I mean:
http://www.uberbotonline.com/UberBlogPost.aspx?id=378

By the way, I just found that the one I voted for WON! Yay! And Cathy’s vote tied for third. And the other we loved was the other third place winner. We have good taste!

This is something Sarah French and I would have done if she still lived here, maybe. It depends on if she could've handled all the Japanimation and manga at the store. Japanimation and manga, Sarah has stated, fills her with "a rage." (Hehe)

Anyway, after fighting our way through the crowd of hipper-than-thous (although, honestly, everyone was really nice; It's just that Cathy and I just felt so incredibly unhip, lacking furry Ug boots, multi-colored hair, tat sleeves, or gaping holes in our ear lobes), Cathy and I went over to Borders.

Over at Borders. Whoo hoo! There was this duo of keyboard players/singers with a drum box. They both wore white suits and hats; it was like Isaac Hayes vs. Barry White. It was like two guys competing to play Eddie Murphy’s character in Dreamgirls! It was incredibly distracting to the shoppers to have this VERY LOUD music ringing through the store.

Replete with ad-libs like, “Mmm-hmmm, c’mon up and slide up right next to me, baby! You’re one hot cinnamon mama tight, OW! You’re like honey straight outa the hive!!!”

Afterwards, to dubious applause, they’d purr like Ashford dumped Simpson for Andre 3000. “Thank ya, you’re beautiful people, God bless you. Now, let’s get our funk on!”

I am not exaggerating!

You should have seen the looks on people’s faces! All over the store, white Winter Park shoppers looked like they were either completely bewildered or like they were smelling something bad – like some hobo waaay too close next to them had just farted or something. Nice clothes and expensive gifts in tow, but also wrinkled noses and nervous looks like antelope on the savannah on watch for that lion which might pick them off next.

The absolute best part, though, was the HUGE white lady at the café table next to Cathy and me chair-dancing and gushing over and over that “These guys are great! I love them! Where’d they find these guys!?!?!” 400 pounds of hot lovin’ packed into a flaming red knit dress waving her hands in the air like she just don’t care!

You should have seen Cathy’s face and she watched her chair-dancing, and then look at me.

It was lovely!!!