I did this photo story as a kind of card for my kid's birthday. It occurred to me that Theory Corner readers might be interested to see it.
The pictures chronicle my kid's imaginary grand entry to her birthday party. It's patterned after Cleopatra's famous entrance into Rome.
Of course the Emperor officiates.
It starts with a fanfare.
The Emperor's mascot makes an appearance, symbolising the real presence of royalty.
Girls rush in with lowered banners.
They raise the banners and an exotic dancer comes out. She doesn't stay long, though...she's just a teaser.
Chariots race out in a zig zag path to clear the area of stragglers.
Bowman run out from every direction and shoot what appear to be arrows into the sky. The crowd gasps.
But no, they're harmless red streamers.
Tahitian vaheenies run out, do a killer dance to a Polynesian drumbeat, then they scatter.
They're replaced by dancing Ashanti warriors who also dance and scatter, taking care to set off red smoke bombs as they leave.
Out of the red smoke emerges the sultan's elephants. They perform quick elephant acrobatics then disappear into the crowd, leaving behind them yellow smoke.
From out of the yellow smoke emerges a beer wagon pulled by Clydesdale's. The crowd cheers the appearance of beer.
Equestrians trot into sc., put their beautiful horses through their paces.
Next, a show of one-of-a-kind autos drive through, honking one-of-a-kind horns.
I'll be present in my car. That's it above.
More elephants.
Next comes a Scottish bagpipe band playing military music.
Tanks roll through, followed by marching soldiers.
I don't know why these women soldiers are wearing miniskirts.
If a dragon can be had this would be the time to bring him out.
Another fanfare.
Trees with perfumed, golden leaves are marched out. Pigeons are released and take to the air.
Waves of mounted soldiers clear the streets...
...revealing a giant sphinx on wheels.
The sphinx is slowly, inexorably pulled in by hundreds of swaying laborers.
Don't feel sorry for them...they're getting paid well!
On a throne near the top sits my kid.
It's a pricey way to celebrate a birthday, but I figure...what the heck...it's only once a year.
There she is, looking very regal.
Finding a Sphinx to rent wasn't easy.
The statue comes to a halt
in front of the emperor.
Nubians lift my daughter's throne.
A carpet is laid down.
And my daughter....descends. She'll pay her respects to the emperor then inside she'll join her friends for a night of dancing.
