Offering regal advice

I have often been the person friends come to for advice and last night was no different.

It was 9:30 p.m. when my phone rang. My friend Roc wanted to bounce some ideas off of me for his entry into the Doo Dah Parade in January. Normally he dresses up as Sancho Claus, a Santa with baggy, low-slung pants, and walks the route tossing candy to children. His father drives Roc's black Corvette, stereo blasting Elvis, which carries boxes filled with candy for Roc to replenish his supply as needed. But he is seeking a different schtick this time around.

At the Queen Try-Outs, Roc (Sancho Claus) seemed to be missing this year. Well, it's hard to recognize your annual quirky Santa, when he's sitting in a wheelchair decked out in a rabbit suit. Roc had fun at the auditions in the costume, but it's still not quite how he wants to go down the street.

He shared his ideas, I offered my thoughts and I think he may have come up with something pretty goofy (translates to "perfect for Doo Dah"). I won't give it away, but I will share one of the highlights of our conversation:

Me: So where did you get the rabbit outfit anyway?

Roc: On e-Bay. I bought it from some guy in Alaska. It was around $60 even with the shipping.

Me: Wait a second- it's from Alaska? Why would someone in Alaska want a bunny suit? Do you know why they had it?

Roc: No. It doesn't seem strange to me.

Hmmmm.... It seems sorta strange to me, but then, maybe that's just my way of looking at the world...