"Harrah! Seattle's Bumbershoot is here! Harrah!" Does this sound like you? Do you consider hot weather and no clouds a "nice day?" Do you salivate at the thought of lying out on the Mural Amphitheater lawn under the blazing sun while the sponsorship swag reflects radiant shimmers? How about saunas? You like those? Heat lamps? Flannel sheets? I bet you wear socks to bed too, right? When you go to beach parties, do you just jump into the fire and roll around in the searing coals? Is that what you like? Is that what makes you happy, you masochistic weirdo?

Whoa, sorry, Bobble Tiki didn't mean that. It's just that he gets a little ornery at Bumbershoot. All this heat. It makes Bobble Tiki go a little crazy. Know what else it makes him do? Sweat like a pro wrestler, that's what. But then, there's the rub. You see, Bobble Tiki is not a very big guy. He's just your average tiki, 1'2", 20-pound glistening freak who can't keep his glands shut. Oh, and for the record, Bobble Tiki's taken. Sorry, folks.

OK, a bit of music now. 

Pictured above is this little tyke cranking out serious Mozart for folks entering the Mercer Street entrance.  Dude cranks serious classical.

Next, caught Po'okela Street Band's Jawaiian rhythm on the Bumbrella Stage.  As you can see people must dance to them.  The bassist slapped the crap out of his bass sending a deep thump to Bobble Tiki's heart.

Snapped a shot of the poor people sweatin' in the long line to grab Mainstage passes. 
Right now If in the Backyard Stage's beer garden seeking refuge under an umbrella and tippin' the first Pilsner of the day.  Portland's popriffic Derby entertains.  Harmony driven.  The stage provides shade for the band so their ties are bearable.

OK, see ya later. â€" Bobble Tiki