Hippos Crushed Those Pumpkins

Some say that Seth is a 65 year old man trapped in the body of young East German female swimmer. He loves to make stew, complain about how people run their lives, hates OPS, and every Sunday morning he goes to the zoo.

We usually feign interest until we can come up with a excuse. I blame traffic; Jason takes the more direct approach, “On second thought, no.”

However this Sunday we were chomping at the bit to get over to Woodlawn Park. It was the annual pumpkin bash where animals are allowed to go bat-shit crazy on hollowed out pumpkins. Just thinking about it made us jump and hug with glee.

Early Sunday morning Seth and I made pancakes and bacon…well Seth did most of the work, but I made that batter, girl let me tell you. Steve Unckles and the Randels sisters joined us for the feast. We dined as Kelly and Erin, both of whom were in full costume, regaled us with their adventures from the night before.

At the zoo we met up with Jason and the lovely Saira, both of whom will never know the joy of making a sharp turn with Erin Randels in the car.

We saw hippos, orangutans, and elephants crush the shit of some pumpkins. Although some of us missed the bears because Seth needed Chili, Kelly needed coffee, I wanted tea, and it takes about eight years to be served anything there. Apparently the concessionaires at the zoo get paid by frustration of those in line.

Jason said the bears were the best, but it would have been hard pressed to top the hippos, is their anything more I love than hippos eating pumpkins whole?