I love my little town on the outskirts of Atlanta.
I live in Decatur, a little progressive place where the city government gives a shit about green space, people, technology and so on.
We have a lesbian-centric bar called Paris near the town square, and while the Greek and I were taking one of our nightly walks about town, we noticed a crowd of revelers coming up the street. Then we noticed they were dressed quite...brightly. And something was floating above their heads!
Please forgive the quality of my low-light iPhone shots, but here's what we encountered:
It's a blow-up doll filled with helium being released by a a Divine look-alike (and damn proud of it) and we all cheered in the middle of an intersection as it went up into the air and over a 20-story building.
What this says about this town, its people, and the nature of fun is profound to me.
Honestly, there would be people in the town, not to mention the city and state, hell, people I know and work with who would have been frozen with horror if they ran into this randomly in the middle of the night. But man, the utter glee that filled the intersection of Ponce de Leon Place and West Ponce de Leon Avenue was indescribably delightful!