The Monkey Dances at Midnight

At 5:30 tonight, I get a call from my landlord/downstairs neighbor: "Casey, come down. The monkeys are dancing in the driveway." I had her repeat that to make sure I heard it correctly, and yes, she said there were monkeys dancing in the driveway. Then I thought, "Is that code for something? Like 'The crow flies at midnight'? What does it mean????"

Oh, she meant, "The monkeys are dancing in the driveway." They had hired a monkey trainer to put on a show in the driveway!

The trainer narrated a story while the monkeys did their thing. According to the story, the monkeys are married. The girl monkey wants nicer clothes and tells the boy monkey that she's leaving him unless she gets better duds. Well, the boy monkey's not gonna take her shit, so he threatens to beat her with a stick unless she comes with him. Then he gets a gun and drags her out by the tail. It was so great, we had him do it again because Michael and Katie missed the first show due to after-school activities!



Pictured: Marital "bliss"



She even hates his car.


 

This is where he prepares to pop a cap in her ass.



Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

The kids loved the show! Things like this make the adjustment to a new country a little easier. I asked Michael "Have you ever come home from school to find a monkey play in the driveway?" He said "No! India is awesome!" I have to agree.