Much to my amazement, the Giant Tacky Angel was adopted by one of the caterers from my office's holiday party last night. The caterer was quite smitten with the angel's rickety, misshapen form and partially burned out lights. And so, gleefully, I gave him away. I hope that guy had a car because that damn thing is ginormous.
Very sincerely, this gent was tickled pink with the angel. He said his grandkids would love it. And I hope they do. He thanked me repeatedly as we dismantled and packed the monster up. It made me feel good to make someone else so happy.
It also made me feel good to know I wouldn't have to drag that friggin' thing down M Street to my car. Of course, it would have made for a helluva story at the DC Blogger Meet-up last night.
Hello, my name is Merujo, and this is my six-foot illuminated angel. How ya doin'?