|Evil comes in a small plastic container and they sell it at Giant
||[Jun. 14th, 2007|08:34 am]
|||||Lamb lies Down on Broadway, Genesis||]|
I can hear their siren call from upstairs here at my desk, music blaring, monitor making that high pitched whining sound that only me, my dogs and a few rodents can hear...but still I hear them whispering, taunting me with their sweetness, the hint of tart, the creamy mouthfeel of good chocolate.
Milk Chocolate Covered Cherries by Simply Enjoy.
Stupid product name saved by fabulous package graphics. And astoundingly good product quality for a grocery store.
For two weeks I've managed to keep the package sealed. I bought a box of dark chocolate for Fetch, milk chocolate for me. For this, the closing weekend of Virginia Faire.
Yes, it's going to be hot. But it's always hot closing weekend. It's going to be dry and really, that's the important thing here. Because this is the weekend. The weekend that determines our financial fortunes -- will we actually have the money to start flirting with ideas like: taking proper care of our cast, making stages worth standing on, shading all of the stage seating and stage space, flirting with the idea of an actual entertainment budget?
Yes, yes, it sounds like everyone and their brother will be there this weekend. Pardon me if at times I seem distracted; I'm simply multiplying your heads by a dollar amount.
I'm burnt, I'm fried, I'm a guttering candle -- and already people are starting with "now, for next year". I've been practicing saying "Hey, you know what, let me take a week, just one week, to relax and NOT think about the Faire, give myself a little re-boot, a little space to tie up all of the loose ends, get all of the receipts and expenses tidied up and taken care of."
Sadly, despite hours of practice, I still can't seem to say it without a rictus of rage, a serious tic under one eye...and frankly, although I haven't actually recorded the practice sessions, it still sounds more like "Back the F off, and let me breathe."
Well, I've got another day to practice. And I'm simmering a hee-yuge batch of mint simple syrup for mojitos at Celtic Fling, which might help improve my outlook.