Sunday, March 9, 2008

The wind cries, "Mush, you huskies!"


I'm a big fan of the gratuitous weirdification of the world, so when someone pointed out that the DC Idiotarod was being run this weekend, there was naught to do but haul ass down to the Krispy Kreme for sugar and photo ops.

Quite a few of the photos came out, but I'm sad that I didn't get pics of Team Suri You Jest (runners dressed as different Tom Cruise characters), Team Bluth (all Arrested Development characters, obvy), Team Flavor of Love (the cart included a stripper pole, and one of the runners did the entire route in stilletos, which is fookin' hard core), Team Walk of Shame, Team Naughty Nurses (free Brach's lollipops! only for boys, aw), or Team Nameless But Known as Those Guys Hauling an Actual Bar (arriving at checkpoints late but to riotous cheers). I did get shots of the Smurfs, the Zombie Marters, the Pirate Amino Acids, the Jamaican Cool Runners, Devo, and the Recycled Bridesmaids, all of whom were sweet about posing (Team Gore, above, were very photogenic). We must've been following the Leisure route, because even at a walk we were able to more or less keep up with the teams, always with an ear out for the sound of a rattling cart hurtling up behind us at speed. We saw a lot of drivers pull over to yell variations on the theme of WTF, and generally it seemed like passersby thought it was good fun.

As at Punkin Chunkin, people had put a lot of thought and effort into participating in a fundamentally silly event. With 364 days to go before the next one, it seems like we should be able to come up with something, because I really want to do this next year. Someone else will have to acquire the cart, though; I lack the steely nerve for such a life of crime.

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