Evacuation

Warining: thus post is not for the weak stomached.

These pics were taken moments before a massive poop explosion that made an early night of the Oakland Art Murmur. We were all having a blast dancing and singing and eating, but when we stopped for a few mins to grub in between two food trucks, Huelan reached back and grabbed a handful of doodie. At first Liz and I were confused by what we were looking at, kind of like when you bump into someone you know in a foreign city and your brain does not compute right away, but the realization hit us just soon enough to prevent smearing. Credit to Liz who swooped in true momma style.

Pull ups don't have the same capacity as regular diapers. Now we know. Imagine muffintop of poo.

The funniest thing was that there were these three twenty-something, obviously single girls, witnessesing the whole affair, speechless but trying to be cool and pretend to not notice. I just laughed as I wrapped her up in my hoodie and carried her four blocks back to the car for a toweling down before our getaway.

Also funny, Huelan was still down to party and couldn't understand why we had to leave while people were still hanging out.