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Hazy Shades in Winter – Blogophilia 25.4

“This place is great, Tyler. The Skeleton Key Club is a keeper!” Sallon seemed amused. “The Egyptian theme is a little freaky, though.”

Tyler gave out a frustrated sigh and just shook his head. This wasn’t at all what he imagined it to be when he won the nightclub in a high stakes dice game in Atlantic City. He’d been feeling jinxed all day, and just played in the game as a favor until winning the club. He guessed he should feel grateful, but it just didn’t fit the South Philly neighborhood. After the parade they’d need to make some decor changes.

“Let me put play something on the DJ turntable that will get the mood rolling,” Myke yelled out. “Walk Like an Egyptian…”

Tyler had a frantic feeling welling up inside, he should have waited until after the parade to come here. Everyone was trying to be helpful, but he’d be more grateful if they’d get in their costumes. All of Ohio would be tuning in to see them win the parade’s dance award, this was too crucial for the state’s pride for any distractions. Both Sallon and Thomcat were getting fired up, singing the Ohio Mummers parade song already.

We from Ohio

Mummers from Ohio

Strummers in a Trio

We from Ohio

Land that we adore so

We from Ohio

Paradise we couldn’t love more

We from Ohio

We’ll Mummer past your DOOR!!!

What’s the word?

MUM’S THE WORD!!!

“Hey, check out the backroom,” Thomcat called out. “There’s a sarcophagus. I wonder if it is empty?” A creaking sound could be heard above the music, and Tyler raced towards the room. “A MUMMY! HE’S MOVING!” Thomcat gasped. Tyler, Myke and Thomcat all jumped on the sarcophagus to try and close it, but the Mummy slid out. And blocked their exit.

Sallon slammed the backroom door shut, then pushed an old stone sphinx in front of it to keep it blocked. They’d thank her later for not letting the Mummy loose on the crowded streets of Philadelphia, the carnage would be horrendous. Inside the backroom all three looked at each other, they knew Sallon had good intentions… but unwanted favors gain no gratitude. She could just make out a sweet scent coming from the room. Orchids? No… The word was on the tip of her tongue, Chrysanthemums. Yes, mums the word.

25.4 Mum’s the Word

Blogophilia 25.4 Topic: “Mum’s the word”
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2pts): Incorporate a quote by Sophocles ~ Unwanted favors gain no gratitude. — Sophocles (Oedipus at Colonus)
(Easy, 1pt): Use the words frustrated, freaky, frantic
Contact Tyler Myrth to try out for the Ohio Mummers Dance Club.
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  1. liam
    August 19, 2011 at 10:03 am

    lol oh awesome!

  2. Sue
    August 19, 2011 at 11:33 am

    this was great
    I used the watch the Philidelphia one when I watched Dick Clark

    by the way – mums – the flowers don’t smell and stop picking on Sallon!

  3. Sue
    August 19, 2011 at 2:29 pm

    that would have made a great pic for Marvin… – say, is it a Martian flower??

    at any rate it looks like one of the Coneheads hiding

  4. Sue
    August 19, 2011 at 2:30 pm

    pic did not come out

  5. Sue
    August 19, 2011 at 2:43 pm

    You can trust me
    What’s your is mine………

  6. Sue
    August 19, 2011 at 4:12 pm

  7. Sue
    August 19, 2011 at 6:09 pm

  8. Sue
    August 19, 2011 at 9:53 pm

    I never had a dog or a cat as a pet. I did have a pet rock named Ralph – played dead really well and was able to roll down the hill – was cheap to feed and no litter box or walking. I’ve included an instructional video

  9. August 21, 2011 at 12:49 pm

    Ah David your brought back so many memories. I grew up in South Philly and use to go down to Broad street to watch the parade. At one Time Bobby Shannon was the leader of Quakertown and he worked with my DAd. I loved watching him come down the street, he was a big guy but boy could he move. It was a better parade when it was just men, as that had been tradition. Thanks for the memories

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