By Will McKinley
South Street Seaport, I said to the cabbie. And step on it! Im about to get slimed.
Minutes later, I was in the middle of Nickelodeons Slime Across America Tour, a kiddie Woodstock with live music, costumed characters and lots of messy fun.
In last weeks Downtown Express, I confessed my lifelong dream to be drenched by Nickelodeons iconic green goo. A kind soul at the network granted my wish and now it was time for my moment in the slime.
A perky host named Gina led me to the stage of the Slimulator, where I battled four pre-teens in a tense game of Slime Potato. One contestant was eliminated with a slime bath, splattering me with liquid shrapnel. Then the music stopped, and the potato was in my hand.
This is Will. Hes a reporter for Downtown Express, Gina announced to the crowd, as she displayed a copy of my favorite newspaper.
Grown-ups like to get slimed too! I exclaimed, as a green geyser cascaded from a trap door above my head, dousing me with what felt like ice-cold NyQuil.
Will, your dream has been fulfilled, Gina said. How do you feel?
I feel slimy! I yelled, to the delight of hundreds of kids in the audience and the one still inside of me.