I’d love to tell you that the title of the photo was my own creative epiphany, but it’s actually the proper name for this particular water show, which is housed at the same place as that giant Wally I showed you a while back.
I actually took a bunch of photos, but this one struck me as being the coolest and most colorful.
When I was a teenager, some friends and I were at a local mall, and that mall had in the middle of it a big fountain. On a dare, I took my shoes off, stepped into the fountain and flopped face first into the water, completely submerging myself.
I have to assume that, somewhere in the world, there is at least one person who was shopping at the mall that day who still tells the story about the whacked-out skinny kid with the mohawk who jumped into the fountain. Yes, I had issues.
I’m guessing the parents who bring their children to the above-shown water show would find it a lot less amusing to see an almost-40-year-old father of two dive into the fountain during the performance, and that police and criminal charges would ultimately be involved. Thankfully, I’ve managed to restrain myself.
I suppose publishing a blog is my comparatively more refined way of jumping into a fountain in front of a bunch of strangers. Enjoying the spectacle?