So the term “f’n epic” was used to describe this year’s float and honestly it was but an understatement. At least the part of the float where the parade ends and the nonsense really begins. Those stories will live in the hearts and in some of our minds for the years to come. This float was the stuff legends are made of and to that end there isn’t much for me to say.
In the words of Dr. Peter Venkman “We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!”
Again – thanks to everyone that helped and participated in the launch party. I hope you had as good of time as I did and sincerely hope the aliens that abducted the rest of us from around 3-6PM didn’t probe you too much. We’re already getting questions about next year and while nothing is completely certain go ahead and circle 03-12-2011 in your calendar.
“to infinity and beyond…“
Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s—
Space Ireland!
[Did I miss the blast-off pictures here? Were there any working parts on this thing? Did BobG levitate in that crazy get-up?]
NICE!
The only working parts this year were functional – to lower the rocket for transport. The original design called for a harness and bungee cords but we didn’t have enough money to justify BobG’s co-pay if we hurt him.
I’m kinda bummed at the lack of creativity in our other Irishtronaut’s space outfits. NO WONDER Ireland never gets people in space – they’re all wearing bluejeans and t-shirts!
Hold on sir! I spent hours on my costume. I rarly have craft time but lets give credit where credit is due. I even went out and tried to find silver pants. Do you know how hard it is to find silver pants for guys. I settled for silver athletic shorts.
I too spent dozens of minutes on my costume – Ground Control? Without them Major Tom is just talking to himself like a crazy bugger. (Does that sound British?)