Blast! I missed it again!
Each year, the Ringling Bro’s parade their elephants through Manhattan to Madison Square garden. Supremely exciting! A building! A bus! A homeless person! A white castle! An odd smell! An elephant! Wait, wha? An Elephant?! Oh, hurray. Oh, manhattan. Sleepy children, drunk hipsters, and angry animal rights activist gather each year to watch the march. It’s never thoroughly announced, I don’t think – or at least, I have never been privy far enough in advance to clear my evening. I’ll I know is, once a year:
me: what you do last night?
fortunate person: Dude I watched the elephants!
me: (stewing in jealous juices*.)