Blind Attraction

Not much of a planner but I already know what going on during spring break. Me and ms. mixmaster mac have decided to test the American patience by traveling to the mall-o-america. While our presence will probably cause strain enough, we have decided to see how far we can push it. After acquiring some walking stick canes from who knows where, our sight will magically, yes magically, disappear. We will proceed to roam the mall, whacking anyone in our way and even those who aren't. After conversing with a few non-chatty mannequins we will make our grand exit by running into a few things and just generally making a mess. This is not slander against the blind, but merely an experiment as to the reactions of those lucky enough to serve witness. And that's only the first day.

Next we will serve as a tribute to all our fellow pirates. After attaining some frilly shirts and a fake, though preferably real, parrot, named kamiko, we will parade through the halls, brandishing our (plastic, we don't want to get arrested) swords, exclaiming "Arg" "Shiver me timbers" and "Ahoy" to all.

Yet next, while still dressed as pirates, we will turn to thinking we are cats. Oh yes, cats, adopting the names tyrese (mac) and olya, or maybe huagh or alverna (me), can't decide, yet. Then the competition begins to see who can be petted (indeed a made-up word) more. I will win.