That’s right, folks. Saturday you can wail away on your fellow man with giant, fluffy, feather-filled weapons of DOOOOOM. Find a pillow, ceremonially slit its downy white breast and pour its feathery life juice upon the urban landscape…at Pershing Square, at 3pm. It’s part of World Pillow Fight Day, and the LA celebration promises extra entropy in the form of a nearby Easter egg hunt: oh, the humanity!!! The last pillow fight I attended was at some abandoned storefront downtown for some art student’s graduate thesis, celebrating the ancient Japanese art of “Shindai,” or “bed-fighting.” I got a nifty “World Pillow Fight Association” [unrelated to this] sticker I’ve proudly worn on my car for years. Now that I’m selling the old car, I need a new sticker for the new car. Anyone have one? Thanks.
Oh yeah, see you Saturday.