I tend to forget that the annual Washington Post PEEPS diorama contest is perhaps not as significant an annual event to most other (reasonable) people. This became painfully apparent when I shared the fact I was up late on a recent Monday night submitting my diorama during the course of a manager's meeting on Tuesday and was met with confusion and blank stares.
It's not my fault their priorities are misguided.
I found myself explaining the contest and scrolling through photos of my oeuvre conveniently saved on my iPhone so they are always close at hand.
(Note: I asked for and was granted an obnoxiously large raise shortly thereafter. I'm pretty sure these two things are related.)
This year, I pulled from my vast collection of rave experiences to create the following masterpiece:
|It's PEEPS! At a rave! With peepmau5!|
|Detail photo of PEEPS with pacifier, sunglasses and MDMA necklace.|
(I used my daughter's beads -- something about this does not
feel like especially good parenting, though I'm not sure what...)
|An oddly appropriate tribute to Leo.|
Hoping it's good enough and that, doggone it!, people like it,