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Jun. 2nd, 2005
Playing With Fire
Jun. 2nd, 2005 06:00 pmThe other night, I had an early shift, so I was able to get home before midnight. It was a beautiful night, so I grabbed f00 and we went for a walk. I brought my poi with me, and we headed downtown. I showed him my new trick of kicking the poi for directional changes, and then I was suddenly struck with a serious case of the munchies. I stopped spinning my poi and carried them dangling at my side, and we made a beeline for a pizzaria.
Suddenly, I heard a boy yell, "Hey! You with the poi!"
I turned and saw two scruffy and friendly lads who reeked of gas. Their equipment was as scruffy as they were. One had two hafts of heavy chain, and the other carried an unlit fire staff. Bits of gas-soaked rags were tied to their staff and chain. They asked me to show them some poi tricks, so I did a few. The boy holding the enormous bits of chain was impressed. He had just assembled his "poi" that day, had never tried them before, working them with fire that evening. That would explain the scorch marks on his clothing.
He asked to try my poi, and so we traded. His chains were tied onto looped and greasy bandanas. The other end of the chain was unweighted. I spun them cautiously, and found them unwieldy. The boy was really enjoying my poi. I think he may make himself some new ones based on mine. They're a heck of a lot easier to use!
These guys were really friendly, and I guess they performed at Evolve last year. Maybe I'll bump into them a few more times this summer. They seemed really nice, if a bit strong-smelling.
After I nabbed my precious slice of pizza, f00 and I wandered down along the green. He took the poi from me and started spinning them. Bear in mind that he rarely uses them, and so isn't exactly masterful. What he did next made me thrill with schadenfreude: he double-bomped himself in the nads.
For a moment he stood there with mouth agape in shock, and then he began to waddle like a duck, holding the poi in front of him. "Take these," he said hoarsely. "Take them before I hit myself again."
Suddenly, I heard a boy yell, "Hey! You with the poi!"
I turned and saw two scruffy and friendly lads who reeked of gas. Their equipment was as scruffy as they were. One had two hafts of heavy chain, and the other carried an unlit fire staff. Bits of gas-soaked rags were tied to their staff and chain. They asked me to show them some poi tricks, so I did a few. The boy holding the enormous bits of chain was impressed. He had just assembled his "poi" that day, had never tried them before, working them with fire that evening. That would explain the scorch marks on his clothing.
He asked to try my poi, and so we traded. His chains were tied onto looped and greasy bandanas. The other end of the chain was unweighted. I spun them cautiously, and found them unwieldy. The boy was really enjoying my poi. I think he may make himself some new ones based on mine. They're a heck of a lot easier to use!
These guys were really friendly, and I guess they performed at Evolve last year. Maybe I'll bump into them a few more times this summer. They seemed really nice, if a bit strong-smelling.
After I nabbed my precious slice of pizza, f00 and I wandered down along the green. He took the poi from me and started spinning them. Bear in mind that he rarely uses them, and so isn't exactly masterful. What he did next made me thrill with schadenfreude: he double-bomped himself in the nads.
For a moment he stood there with mouth agape in shock, and then he began to waddle like a duck, holding the poi in front of him. "Take these," he said hoarsely. "Take them before I hit myself again."
