...I ran into the living statue of a Silver Man while marching downtown as the living statue of a Golden Woman. o.O
This picture doesn't do the moment justice, taken in a rush, but it's proof it happened! xD I had no idea he even existed, and, I had no idea I'd be
marching right into him - in gold! See the heels by my feet, my tattered stocking? I walked barefoot to keep up, which is a mental battle over dirty sidewalks and summer pavement! See... what had happened was... I ... liked a guy ... and found out he was attending a public spirit rally with an American Revolution theme. So, I determined to be the belle of the ball and show up as the Statue of Liberty - little-mermaid style - mute.

But, I could not find any suitable fabrics in seafoam green,

so went with gold

I carefully worded my sign to explain myself (and carefully whited it out for this not-proselytizing post!)
I... was the only one who dressed up.

Naturally, this got
way more attention than I had imagined, and then doubled because as a -golden- statue of liberty, I was recognized instead as Nashville's crown
Athena statue. As a mute, I could just... nod and smile!
Am I the goddess Athena? *Thinks fast* *Goddess of wisdom and courage* *Statue of liberty carries the book of truth and the flame of love---* *Ding ding ding!* *Nods head*
Ugh, yeah! Sure! Athena! But what's with all you people being so up on your greek mythology?! I was ready for "Ariel", not "Athena"! o.O
Next thing I know, I'm in front of documentary cameras, local notoriety, and news crews with cars driving by shouting happily "ATHENNNAAA!" And then I'm handed a flag and asked to lead us off. Lead?! And that's how I found myself as a Nashville's Golden Woman running into Nashville's Silver Man!
This is Nashville's Athena. At the time, I knew we had a Parthenon, but not that it contained this giant golden woman! It wasn't until I got home that day that I understood what all the Athena love was about.
The coolest part, though, was when a photographer for a newspaper asked if I'd pose for a picture, and leads me around the crowd... over to... the guy I liked! YESSS!

Who shortly after asked me to lunch - SCORE! (I blacked out his shield, it was as loud as my outfit, and probably why the photographer chose us.)
Thank you for sharing your glory stories, I wish you would post more! Oh and, I'm still scraping my jaw off the floor from that note +V wrote to +N. Man. So jealous. I want a dangerously-confident-suitors-love-note! OMG! What was the dress!