|Note to self
||[May. 8th, 2007|11:21 am]
Dear Self, |
Moving a husband out, a boyfriend in, engaging in a career change, and undergoing major house repairs, performing in all sorts of events, and running a major one all at the same time...
...is too much, even for you.
For all of my friends who wonder where the hell I've gone and why no one hears from me anymore...assuming I make it to opening and beyond...I will be back in late June when Virginia Faire is over.
And when you do see me, remind me that normal people feel perfectly comfortable saying "oh, no, it sounds like fun, but really, I can't."
Cliff's Notes version: Sorry, but I still hate fairies. Spoutwood was lovely, fabulous exposure for the dogs and the people there were great, albeit a little disorganized for having done this event for 16 years, and a little too earnest for a curmudgeonly cynic like me. (But you'll be proud; although it is killing me to not volunteer to solve their traffic flow and control issues, I'm going to resist and just make a note to myself to show up at 6am next year and plan to never leave site for the entire event.