Cardiff

Cardiff is a pretty intriguing town, if only because all the signs are in two languages and the place still retains quite a bit of medieval flavor.



The last time we were here, we tried jumping the fence into the castle and were subsequently kicked out. This time, we’re not even interested. I go exploring for something new instead. And so of course I find Obama’s shoulder choking out a terrorist Flavor Flav.



As I keep exploring, I find this:



I’m not quite sure who okay’d this piece of public art. A mom and a dad that can’t even look at each other, a man’s touch that screams keeping-up-appearances , while no one even attempts to look like they’re having a good time. I started crying.


I also find a load of kids doing their best Flaming Lips impressions in a pool. I really want to get each member of BBE into his/her own water ball, but everyone’s over the weight limit and the dude says “No Dice”. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.



Tonight’s venue is a converted wine bar. In an attempt to be indie chic, the walls are covered with those nubby green Lego foundation, and you can add to them with pieces acquired from the bar. It’s randomly decorated with Beatlejuice-esque models where they couldn’t glue Legos.



Our lodging is pretty strange. I probably just think that because it’s manned by a guy from Minnesota. He’s even playing Atmosphere on the bar stereo when we come in late night. He went to Saint Johns, so we’re not really cut from the same cloth. To put things in perspective, we have enough in common to get a free sample of every brew on tap, but not an actual entire free drink. The place has really cool wallpaper though.