|I'm not dead yet....
||[May. 27th, 2008|10:57 am]
But the Bataan Death March weekend did bend me real bad*. Three days is just too many. My new windmill: hey, let's NOT be open for Memorial Day. I don't plan on winning, don't even suspect that it's possible, but I'm all about the impossible, unlikely |
*I HATE "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and its variations. Until I heard a comic repeat the quote and say "But sometimes it bends you real bad."
...not quite broken...although my knee needs to shut the hell up. And bug bit. Thankfully, the pre-opening deluge seems to have drowned the faire site's tick population. But mosquitos and spiders are gladly filling the empty "Bite Mere" ecological niche. I'm so desperate that I'm considering popping a Benadryl. Although with as little sleep as I got this weekend, that would probably mean drooling on my desk - and here in the vealpens, everyone can hear you snore.
Thankfully, it was at least worth it. Well, okay, THAT might be hyperbole. But I guess if I have to feel like crap, I feel better knowing it was because we doubled our attendance over last year, same weekend. Because I've felt like crap before, and not for happy reasons. Plus I'm older, more creaky and becoming even more hypersensitive to bug spit. Still physically hard, but mentally much easier.
Oh, my goodness we have a great cast this year. And I'm not sure whether I'm being protected or my reputation for the mean has gotten around, but the vendors and entertainers seem to be happier.
But most importantly, I've got a cadre of solid volunteers who are just "handling" their respective areas. All I have to worry about is whether they're working too much, or too hard. What a lifesaver!
Eight hours sleep. That's my current fantasy....
Sunday was a GORGEOUS Day. We were there but Percy said you had run away from home and no he wouldn't tell us where.
Then he went back to sleep.
LOVE that y'all have Mic Ultra on tap. Sneer if you wish (and the purists will) but when it's HOT, light/lo test beer is safer.
See you closing weekend if not before. Percy said tying a bell on you didn't work -- something about chewing through the chain .......
I'm baffled that I could miss your presence and that of the handsome man that squires you around. Since I figure, on average, I lap the site 45 times or more a day...
I guess that speaks to how much we've grown....the downside. (Of course, I also need glasses and when I'm on mission, I have tunnel vision)
I won't sneer...I'm not gonna drink it, mind you, ha! But I can't be too snobby -- when summer comes, I stock up on Rolling Rock...hop whore that I am, when it's really hot, even I'll pass on the the hoppy and chewy for the smooth and icy.
"Thankfully, the pre-opening deluge seems to have drowned the faire site's tick population"
Umm, no. Got home Sat. night & found a tiny one that had bit me & was still stuck on me. *shudder* Lord have mercy, I hate ticks & spiders. Yeah yeah, I know, we're outside, in their home, & all the rest of that rot. Whatever. I'm with you. Can't stand them. Those are two of three things that will really make me stand either frozen & screaming or running & screaming. Call me a girl, so what. We all have our limits. You shoulda seen the big a$$ spider that was INSIDE my shirt sleeve on Opening morning! I'm talking size of my palm - the rest of the nobles whipped their heads around when I shrieked, threw it, & ran.
But yes, it's been a fantastic beginning to 2008. I'm tired too.
Oh, in case you don't know who this is, it's kat.
Oh, I've pulled one or two off of me -- but compared to the past two years, they've been really light. Two years ago, I think I got to compose the song "Sitting in the ladies room at the Cracker Barrel, picking ticks off my fat roll"...five ticks at that one time.
I'm not sure whether I'm being protected or my reputation for the mean has gotten around, but the vendors and entertainers seem to be happier
I can't speak for the vendors, but I and many of the other entertainers are frightened of your hat. We have heard it has unspeakable arcane powers and do not wish to arouse its ire. That and we're afraid if we piss you off you will cut off access to Percy. On the carrot side of the equation many of us are now addicted to the zenlike qualities of alpaca humming and you can find us leaning on the fence enticing them to sing Wild Mountain Thyme and Greensleeves. It makes us happy in a village idiot sort of way.
Oh, dear. The hat is usually not so scary, but Mistress Fetch was not around this weekend to adjust it. I get dressed out, walk into the Hound Tent and she gives me a look that instantly transforms me into a five year old and I just stand there while Mommy fixes my lame attempt at dressing myself.
Now is probably not a good time to tell you that alpacas hum when they are perturbed...
(jeez, lady, stop that caterwauling!)
You should hear them when Skivee comes around....
Although truthfully, I think they hum when the wind blows -- like Percy and his whining. The I love you whine, the where's Mom whine, the I gotta pee whine, the I'm hot whine, the I'm bored whine, the....you get the picture.
I am not at all surprised that any animal with ears would be perturbed by my attempts to sing Greensleeves. Especially tbe naughty Robert Burns version complete with cheesy Groundskeeper Willie accent.