pie

birthdays here on the circus are a fun event - there's a tradition, i've found out, for the clowns to "pie" you on your birthday. as you might imagine, when it's your birthday it's in all of your friends and co-workers best interest for you to get pied. so, of course, they're all in cahoots with the clowns.
now, if your hush hush about it, then it can lie under the radar, but that's difficult because the Clowns have spies and people on the payroll that you may not even KNOW about.
and since everyone knows about it, of course they're on guard so it's quite an occasion when it gets off successfully.


it was right after a show, i think on a 3 show day, and right as i came off of the bandstand Amber (prop, now lights) walks right up to me and strikes up some convo. This was new, but i stood there, and i slowly realized that she wasn't talking about ANYthing. a change in the wind, a quick glance, but too late. Right from behind, Squeak the Clown pied me. He pied me good, he pied me hard. good thing i had glasses on.




most times, if it done right, it's a complete surprise, i, at least, realized what was going on a split second before. not poor Wages. Cricket the Clown got right as we lured him out of the dressing room. As his bandmates, it's our responsibility to ensure a public pie.