Saturday, February 28, 2009
Trapped in Little Miss Sunshine Hell
After enjoying a week of a relatively uncrowded hotel with fawning staff, the Little Miss Sunshine convention moved in today. Not a beauty pageant exactly, but a kids' dance competition. Hundreds of obnoxious, pre-pubescent girls in short shorts, leg warmers and garishly painted faces practice their 'moves' poolside, in the elevator, lobby and hallways. Most of the moms are either drinking or looking like they need a drink. No dads in evidence. All of a sudden, Philly is looking very appealing. I don't even mind waking up at 5:30am to leave. Hopefully those hyper-active gyrating children will still be in bed.