Have you heard about these band of gypsies called DMB? Their caravan of modern-day merry pranksters are heading to where all modern-day american gypsies want to go: Atlantic City. Hmmmm, where to start with this one. First, here is a definition of “caravan”: a group of travelers, as merchants or pilgrims, journeying together for safety in passing through deserts, hostile territory, etc. Well, AC could be considered hostile territory if you are not from NJ. My fear of NJ has only grown with due to viewing of a documentary of tribe of people who live near the shore. I am thinking I need to assemble my own caravan before traveling down to ye olde casinoland, just to be safe. Back to the definition, are the boys merchants? Pilgrims? Well, they sell some lovely live music sets. And Dave most certainly seems to be on some sort of magical pilgrimage. Dude, just where are you going?
When I think of the word caravan, I think of gypsies. I think of hippies and/or deadheads. I think of the word bohemian, which makes me think about my other blog, the bohemian yogini. I feel an early to mid 90’s post modern hippie-boho-gypsy kind of event coming our way in…..Atlantic City. WTF?! I am confused. Camping? Sure there is, down the road at some local trailer parks. Tailgating? No days/nights of grilled goodies and long line for scary portable blue plastic peeboxes. Casinos frown upon open flames and games that don’t cost you anything but your sobriety. I am always open to new experiences, this should be an interesting one……..