Dangerous joy

For some reason, now that I have witnessed for the fist time a piñata birthday party, I better understand the Pamplona bull run:
joy is multiplied with the addition of danger.

Why limit yourself to a party with just 15 kids rocketing about the place with a serious injection of glucose in their afterburners, when you can also blindfold them, give them sticks and encourage them to swing those violently in the hope of hitting the sweet jackpot?

Why go for a lonely Sunday jog, when you could gather a few hundred like-minded* excitable persons and release a pack of seriously pissed off bulls after you?

Happy birthday Ayla! It was a cool party. And I was glad that none of my children were locked in the toilets when Hope had to exit through the bedroom window and into the bathroom window to release them...

*possibly simple-minded